The thing looks like it was shot over the course of six random (weed-filled) weekends, probably for fun at first, but then someone got the idea to release this glorified home movie into theaters. Bad idea.

Slinks its way in and out of theaters without leaving any trace of its passage besides a distinct tang in the air of flop sweat and sorrow.

No snob to low-brow ridiculousness when it's actually unexpected, I'll admit to being amused exactly once.

This farcical comedy is a Morlock of a movie--an ugly, subhuman dirt-dweller.

The cinematography and sound work are mediocre, but still far better than the material deserves: you can still see and hear what's happening on the screen.

At least Gaulke and Wolf didn't have to go far to kill their reputation: During the jungle piranha attack scene, a mallard floats by in the background.

This movie is designed for an audience that likes gross-out humour and endless silliness.

The use of found footage intended to match-edit their locales, along with the use of wildlife animal scenes, is so crude that I want to call this an exploitation film. (Of nature, that is.)

There are stupid stoner comedies and then there are stupid stoner comedies that ain't funny, and the latest effluvium from Adam Sandler's Happy Madison production company is mostly a bummer.