🙌 Awesome, you're subscribed!
Thanks for subscribing! Look out for your first newsletter in your inbox soon!
Time Out says
Vintage camp in the form of an outrageous anti-dope film, this begins with a pompous teacher warning his startled parents' association that the killer weed, more dangerous than any other drug, is spreading through the land like an evil disease, sapping the cream from our upstanding youth. An exemplary tale unfolds, where maniacal creatures seduce a handsome lad, with the best grades and a fine eye for the tennis ball, into the abhorrent looseness of the reefer game. Horror of horrors, he fucks a lady of ill virtue, and ends accused of murdering his girlfriend. Another murder and a suicide later, the villain is caught, justice vindicated, and the drug gang cleaned up. It's basically a lousily made film, but the one-dimensional 'vice' and portentous didacticism more than make up for that. One of the most absurdly earnest exercises in paranoia you'll ever have the good fortune to see. JDuC.