THROUGH CHONG'S CASE, 'A/K/A' EXAMINES THE DRUG WAR

In 2003, the comedian Tommy Chong began serving a nine-month sentence
for selling bongs over the Internet. In his movies and stand-up
routines with Cheech Marin, Chong gave us the archetypal stoner.

So prison time for helping other people get stoned has a robust irony.
According to " a/k/a Tommy Chong," Josh Gilbert's occasionally
enlightening new documentary that opens today at the Brattle, Chong's
arrest was also a Justice Department conspiracy to punish the
comedian's on-screen persona.

As someone in the film deduces, the war on marijuana was a war on the
'60s and its ethos.

The movie, though, is only sort of about the alleged plot against
Chong, mixing highlights from his career and snapshots of his
seemingly loving and tranquil family life with dismay over federal law
enforcement's misplaced priorities. This isn't a great piece of
nonfiction filmmaking, but it has its moments.

The access to Chong, for one thing, contributes a serene counterpoint
to the minor farce Gilbert makes of the Justice Department, which,
when Chong was arrested, was run by Attorney General John Ashcroft.
(Hilariously, the feds' plan to nab Chong and his family-run bong
business was called "Operation Nice Dream.")

The film spends time with Chong, who was 66 during filming, in the
weeks before he went off to a minimum-security California prison.
Gilbert visits him as an inmate and is with him and his wife, Shelby,
after his release.

And throughout " a/k/a," Chong remains affable and resigned to his
bad luck, leaving the conspiracy weaving to Gilbert and the gaggle of
talking heads the director rounds up, including the journalist Eric
Schlosser, whose book "Reefer Madness" offers more focused and
cogent dissections of the drug war's punitive excesses.

"a/k/a" isn't sure what to do with its wealth of access.

So, amid its jammin' rock-instrumental score, it tries some of
everything. There are interviews with Chong celebrity pals and
supporters like George Thorogood, Peter Coyote, and Bill Maher.
Indeed, Ashcroft's moralistic approach to the drug war seems out of
touch here. And Gilbert shows President Bush making his equation of
drugs and terrorism -- stoners and dealers are terrorists by
association. For the hell of it, there are man-on-the-street
interviews, too, with Californians discussing the bliss of their
homemade bongs (the potato is a new one for me).

But the movie does succeed in showing us the graying cult star as a
gratuitous drug-war casualty -- though not a complete victim.

His arrest was a telling blip in his life, where his reputation had
gotten him, belatedly, into trouble.

Still, his rebellious and rambunctious days seem behind him. He hasn't
forsworn pot (when the government staged its major raid on his Pacific
Palisades home, all it turned up was a pound of marijuana), but the
years, and maybe his recreational pursuits, have conferred upon him a
surprising aura of wisdom.