Subjected to the light of day, Sarah Palin doesn't look like a maverick at all.
Exposing a construction-site scam only a San Francisco cop could love.
Ronald Taylor is one of perhaps hundreds of innocent people Harris County has put in prison.
Sloppy U.S. government paperwork is putting the lives of asylum seekers at risk.
Once more, Harold Lee (John Cho) and Kumar Patel (Kal Penn) are on a road trip, this time not in search of the perfect late-night slider — a positively Homerian quest — but looking for the old college friend who can clear their names with the U.S. government after Kumar gets busted trying to light a smokeless bong on an airplane to Amsterdam. A franchise that began as a half-baked political statement shrouded in pot smoke now strives too hard to be relevant, its satire rendered clunky and clownish. Broken down into its individual sketches — toilet-paper commercials have more narrative — Guantanamo Bay isn't without its random laughs. Most are courtesy of Neil Patrick Harris as, of course, "Neil Patrick Harris," the way-hetero 'shroom junkie tailing a rainbow-riding unicorn on his way to a Texas whorehouse.