September 4, 2003

What. The. Fuck.

All I kept thinking throughout this whole god-forsaken film, was “What. The. Fuck.” It has to be one of the stupidest, most ill-informed pieces of anti-drug propaganda that I have ever seen. That being said, it was fucking hilarious. A precursor to the infamous Reefer Madness, Marihuana is the sad story of Burma Roberts. While at a wild beach house party (not unlike what I imagine the MTV Beach House to be like – it was THAT lame), Burma and her friends are introduced to “giggly weed.” While one of the girls at the party drowns, Burma is stoned out of her mind and fucking her boyfriend on the beach. Of course, Burma gets pregnant! Her boyfriend wants to do the right thing, so in order to marry her, he becomes a drug dealer and gets killed during a bust. So Burma goes to the main drug dealer and begs for help. The drug dealer sends Burma away to have the baby and then sells it. Burma then becomes a smack fiend/dealer. Burma then gets the bright idea to kidnap her wealthy sister’s child for ransom money – $50,000. Then it turns out that the child is really Burma’s baby, so Burma overdoses…immediately. Like the second she finds out, she falls over dead. Sounds a lot like an episode of Jerry Springer, doesn’t it?

As entertaining as it was to watch this shit, I was left disappointed after reading the DVD case. The cover promised ‘weird orgies’ and ‘wild parties.’ Apparently, the director’s idea of a wild orgy was drunk people rolling around on the floor with all their clothes on. Even so, the girls did go skinny dipping and there was a decent amount of nudity involved. Enough, in fact, for me to know that this film was made before the invention of the Brazilian Wax. Bushtastic!

Year – 1936
Rating –
Runtime – 57 minutes
Genre – Anti-drug Propaganda
Director(s) – Dwain Esper
Writer(s) – Hildegarde Stadie
Actor(s) – Harley Wood, Hugh McArthur, Pat Carlyle, Paul Ellis, Dorothy Dehn
BOB Rating – Three BOBs
Favorite Quote – "We tried his giggly water, let's try his giggly weed!"