On May 9, 2008, history was made in the lives of "Teri928", "Lucas", "Cypher", and myself. We had gone to see Speed Racer that night at a local theater, thinking that it would be a good movie, a lot of fun to look at, but maybe a little empty. The trailers looked somewhat promising. So we crowded into the movie theater and sat down. The trailers began...the usual...Dark Knight...Wanted...Mummy 3...Pineapple Express...Indiana Jones--wait, I thought, Pineapple Express? An R-rated Apatow comedy's trailer in front of the PG-rated Speed Racer? Whatever. Anyway, moving on...Journey to the Center of the Earth...The Love Guru--wait...The Love Guru? Again, a raunchy comedy's trailer in front of Speed Racer? Hmmm...didn't think anything of it at the time.
So, the movie started. The credits were rolling as swirly, cursive prose faded in and out on the screen, to the tune of Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World". Then the title comes up...Harold and Kumar...ESCAPE FROM GUANTANAMO BAY.
Immediately the sound of itchy-scratchy parents commensed immediately followed by the sudden (and rather random) exclamation by a concerned citizen, "This ain't Speed Racer!" I left the theater in a hurry, as the first line was what the modern AOL-era acronym "wtf" stands for.
In the end, however, that little mistake was better and more memorable than anything in Speed Racer, which is one of the worst movies of the year.