
“Evil Weed” review by Matt Jurcevich
As the opening credits roll, a very distraught twenty-something girl is partaking in a video confession at a police station. She is telling the cops that two emotionless Hispanic actors shot a monster on a weed farm and the bloodshed from the beast created some kind of Monsterjuana. I wish the cinematographer would have borrowed the camera at the police station instead of filming this movie with what I believe is his cell phone.
Now there is a man arguing over money with a cab driver. The squabble isn’t about how much the fare has amounted to; it’s about how the passenger doesn’t know what money is. So he pays the cabbie with socks. Mr. Socks goes to some Asian guy’s apartment where he picks up a fat sack of dope and they have a yelling conversation with one another because the microphone is nonexistent. Both of these men spew the most annoying and cliché lines at each other and it makes me cringe.
Apparently, there is a big vacation getaway planned for Mr. Socks, Asian Guy and some other terrible actors. Asian guy gets naked and calls his friend “Business Guy” to tell him that he shouldn’t wear a tie when the sun is shining and also about the vacation plans, I think… So right before everyone piles into a suv to trek to the “cabin-o-fun”, a extremely attractive woman shows up and Business Guy is super pissed about it because this may put a hindrance on all the gay butt sex he planned to have with Asian Guy.
The next 20 minutes of the movie is basically like watching vacation footage of people that you hate. If you listen really close, you can hear masterfully written dialogue such as:
Business Guy: “Don’t you find me attractive?”
Hot Girl: “Of course not.”
Business Guy: “Then what’s the problem?”
Finally these dipsh*ts start getting high, but not the normal way that friends do, they each sneak off alone to smoke one by one. Every time they puff the evilness, we are treated with illustrious visions that showcase the filmmaker’s 18 dollar special effects budget spent at Spencer’s Gifts.
With 30 minutes left in the movie, no one has been murdered, no boobies have been shown and all that has happened is Mr. Socks got really baked and is walking around staring at everyone and asking where the towels are. Also, they have given up on screaming at each other so, if by chance you are a big enough numbskull to care about what they are saying and want to hear it, you have to have your TV volume at full blast while wearing state-of-the-art hearing aids.
After some time Mr. Socks goes mad and punches Asian Guy in the stomach and kills him. I guess the monster that possessed the weed from the beginning was Evander Holyfield. Then, somehow, a 90 lb. girl takes a flimsy twig from the ground and impales Sock Monster through his chest plate. To celebrate her triumph, she then bashes her friend’s skull in with a shovel that magically turns into a baseball bat halfway through the scene.
The three remaining survivors have an annoying argument in a dark shed for 10 minutes until they find a harpoon gun to shoot another monsterfied vacationer. Why there is a harpoon gun in the shed is beyond my comprehension. It looks like they are in Ohio. Is there an ocean in Ohio?
I would also like to highlight this exchange:
Business Guy: “Where’s your cell phone?”
Hot Girl: “It’s in the bedroom but I don’t have service.”
Business Guy: “Well I wanna see if you get better service in me let’s put her in the bathtub.”
Just when I thought this movie couldn’t possibly get any worse, they hit Shovel Girl with a car going 12mph and she turns into an oil spot on the pavement. Then Business Guy just dies. He didn’t smoke, nothing happened to him, he just dies. THE END.
If you are going to watch this movie I would suggest rubbing poison ivy on your genitals first. That way it won’t seem THAT bad.








