‘Marijuana Conspiracy’ Review: Grass Fed
You can almost feel the joints littering the screen as “The Marijuana Conspiracy” goes scoreless. Taking place in Canada in 1972, and dramatize a real experienceDesigned to test the effects of cannabis on young women, this excruciatingly awkward film feels like a missed opportunity for a searing ethical inquiry.
Fearing that Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau is on the verge of decriminalizing weed, a disapproving politician (Derek McGrath) – in the hope of proving that the drug inspires laziness and general moral turpitude – hires a laid back sociologist (Gregory Calderone) ) to conduct the study. For 98 days, female volunteers will be confined and ruthlessly monitored while inhaling large doses of government-approved herb. When they are not toking, they will be paid to weave macrame belts and wall hangings.
Savvy viewers won’t expect an action movie, but “The Marijuana Conspiracy” is worse than inte: it’s shallow and deaf. Attempts to highlight the sexism and discrimination of the times are either embarrassing or disturbingly easy. Focusing on five willing smokers, each with a specific personality trait and financial goal – melancholy and homeless, perky and linked to the commune – writer and director Craig Pryce feeds them squeaky dialogues with jargon old and a sticky feeling. Sitcom-style music connects bonding sessions and confessionals, with professional cinematography emphasizing the vibe of the small screen.
The purpose of the film, however, remains hazy. The word “conspiracy” is in the title – and the film’s coda indicates that some of the actual study participants suffered long-term effects – yet Pryce seems unable to shape the conflict and moral outrage that his story has. need. But then that would mean killing the buzz.