I'm willing to bet that the concept of this film (baked guy growing mass quantities of pot in some random rainforest in California) has generated a good deal of impulse renting from college students and people who wear a lot of political buttons. At the same time, I'm willing to bet double that each and every one of these unfortunates has been disappointed and possibly scarred for life by this cult film, unless they were too stoned to notice. There is no coherent plot, the characters are flat, I can't imagine anyone caring whether this guy gets busted or not, and the meta-ending is a joke. There is one redeeming scene, however bizarre, involving a two-hundred foot waterfall and a saxophone player in a tree, but aside from that, I wouldn't waste my two-fifty for the rental. Perhaps the most heart-wrenching portion of the film is when the viewer realizes that stoners really can't do anything with their lives. I cried for weeks. DON'T RENT THIS MOVIE IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YA!!!!
