A classic paranoid fifties b-flick aiming to scare the pants off those rebellious youths hanging with the wrong crowd, or more likely their parents, this shockingly inaccurate reefer madness flick has a kid hitting town fresh from reform school, hooking up with the bad-influence pusher who got him put away, and dealing the demon weed to the local kids (none of them looking under twenty-five) in hopes of getting them hooked and making a packet; however, the kids, suffering the usual hallucinations, all-day hangovers and "eating me up" stomach problems (hello?) need a "fix" so much after apparently only one night on the spliff they end up getting involved in crime and in all sorts of trouble, as of course they deserve, during the course of what seems like a couple of days. Well enough constructed, with some top intense, frown-heavy performances, especially from the lead bad kid and his nice friend, but it's those mental 50s attitudes that make it worth checking out. Dig the message at the end - "in the interests of scaring you kids, everything in this film has been made up or exaggerated" (or words to that effect). In a parallel universe, this could be a movie about the evil of drink in a world dominated by smokers - at least the hangovers and bad driving would be appropriate.
