Still Smokin (1983)

Still Smokin’ captures Cheech & Chong at their scruffiest, most gleeful: a loose, anything-goes comedy built around the simple pleasure of watching two lovable chaos agents improvise their way through an Amsterdam misadventure and onto a stage. The movie’s charm is its vibe—part travelogue, part backstage farce, part sketch showcase—where the jokes come in quick cutaways and the energy stays buoyant even when the production feels delightfully ramshackle. If you’re on the fence, think of it less as a traditional plot-driven film and more as a hangout with a live-performance payoff, packed with cheap laughs that know exactly what they are. It’s not for viewers who prefer subtle humor or are turned off by crude, drug-soaked gags and nudity, but for anyone who wants a warm, silly dose of classic stoner comedy, it’s an easy ticket to a good time.

Still Smokin is basically Cheech & Chong trying to turn an Amsterdam mix-up into a loose “movie” that’s really a string of sketches and stage bits, and you can tell it wants to feel like a carefree, anything-goes hangout. The problem is it plays more like a patchwork of recycled routines than a coherent comedy, with filmmaking that often looks slapped together and jokes that lean hard on crude, predictable stoner shtick. If you’re not already a devoted fan of their vibe—or if you need an actual plot and consistent laughs—this will feel like a long, messy detour. The redeeming quality is that there are occasional bursts of goofy charm and a live-performance energy at the end, but it’s strictly for completists and people who find “low-effort and raunchy” comforting rather than disappointing.