Note: This review was originally published on the ROX Quarry on 9 June 1996
I might as well admit up-front that I am reviewing this book becuz I'm in it. The authors even gave me a few free copies of the book. Has this swayed my objectivity? I should think not! It is my duty to the public to dig up the dirt on this publication. My own personal opinions mean nothing! The truth means nothing! I offer the harsh and uncompromising critique below as proof that I cannot be bought!
book review
Baked Potatoes:
a Pot Smoker's Guide to Film and Video
by John Hulme and Michael Wexler
"There's so much more to drugs than life."
There's a book hot off the presses from Doubleday that addresses two topics close to my heart: THC and TV. Cinema and Sinsemilla. Vipers and Video.
The title says it all: Baked Potatoes. Get it? No, it's not a cookbook, except in the most twisted sense. This is a video guide for stoners. In fact, it's the only video guide for stoners. Sounds great, right? If you're like me, you're probably ready to run out and buy it right now. But be advised: there are some serious problems with this book that deserve your careful consideration.
Yes, a vast array of films are reviewed. Yes, there is a freaky graphical rating system that is almost like a work unto itself. There are also numerous appendices with useful information, like how to cope with really bad paranoia.
And, yes, the writing is entertaining enough to make this a great sit-shit-and-read book, a virtual must for the bathroom libraries of the drugged and indolent.
However, all these positive attributes are compromised by the single hideous, glaring flaw which I am about to disclose. Imagine the next time you walk into a video store at 2 a.m., just before closing time, with a copy of Baked Potatoes in your pocket and a wad of crumpled bills in your hand...
You stalk the aisles, looking for an appropriate video to take home. It has to be the right one, something that will amuse and satisfy the circle of friends who are even now sitting on the floor of your home and readying the five-foot hookah for your return. But you're pressed for time. Suddenly nothing looks good. Then you see it: The Money Tree! Big pot leaf on the cover. Could be it, but are you sure? Better check Baked Potatoes.
Now the hideous, glaring flaw becomes apparent: the publishers have failed to include an index of any sort!!! Now what are you supposed to do? Thumb through it like some kind of neanderthal? How utterly appalling. Obviously with a flaw of this magnitude, I can only recommend that you buy as many copies as possible and burn them in the streets as a protest.