A witless collection of stereotypes and clichs.

The movie's more egregious buzzkills -- hazy plot, jarring non sequiturs, pointless pothead-celebrity cameos -- defy even herbally enhanced viewing.

First-time Australian director Alison Thompson was either dipping a bit too heavily into High Times' stash on the job or really doesn't have a clue what she's doing.

It could prove a wonderful test case for the therapeutic benefits of medicinal marijuana. For if weed can dull the pain, headaches, fatigue and crushing boredom that result from this so-called film, surely it can cure anything.