If Up in Smoke was very bad, this film managed to be even worse. I didn't like “Up in Smoke” and there was little chance of me liking anything in the film that followed. In fact, the first one seems to be even better than this one, which from me is saying a lot, considering that I thought the first film was very bad. In this production, which I hated, we still had a relatively capable story that helped to understand things, and that served as a framework for a ton of jokes and the constant glorification of drug use, especially marijuana. In this film there is no story to tell: we have the jokes, which are even more idiotic, the kind that don't make us laugh but think “how was this possible”, and we continue, invariably, to have drugs, in quantities that would make the Colombian cartels richer than most countries in the world. I don't know what Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong saw to make cycles of films in which the use of recreational drugs is glorified as if they were gifts from the Olympic gods. If only they were able to make you laugh... but not even that. It's a film that should suffer the same fate as the drugs themselves: being burned.