Humor can either age like a fine wine (I still find much of the Monty Python stuff hilarious) or like unrefrigerated Taco Bell leftovers on a hot day (Three’s Company makes me want to kill myself).
I recently came across Cheech & Chong’s Up in Smoke while channel surfing. This was my first time seeing the movie since its theatrical run in 1978 and, well, it wasn’t pretty. I was a big fan of these guys back in the day, I even still have a bunch of their LPs in storage, but this movie that once struck a chord with me now clanks like a safe full of scrap metal dropped from a great height. I guess the rebellious nature of pot humor has been dulled now that you can get a prescription for the stuff in 21 of the 50 United States (plus the District of Columbia). More importantly, though, what’s funny when you’re fifteen isn’t necessarily still funny when you’re (you do the math if you’re so curious).