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Simply Perfect

Although I seem to have had higher expectations than I thought, the movie is super entertaining.

I've never smoked pot, but I understand that doing so habitually can destroy your brain cells. So can watching this misogynistic exercise in gratuitous vulgarity.The plot: a straight-laced college kid named Alistair (David Weidoff) inexplicably becomes roommates with three hop-headed losers —Larnell (John Patrick Jordan), Bachman (Mitch Eakins), and Brett (Brian Lloyd). You know they're big-time stoners because they have a broken wall clock stopped at 4:20. When Larnell brings a '60s-era bong into the house, it turns out to be cursed, sending anyone who takes a hit from it to an alternate dimension that features annoying music and pole-dancers with homicidal bras. The bong also talks, in the voice of a New Orleans voodoo priestess named Eebee. Her goal is to rule the world by enveloping it in a huge cloud of pot smoke. She's ambitious, I'll give her that.In the right hands, EVIL BONG might have been a clever and funny send-up of cannabis culture. Unfortunately, writer/director Charles Band confused humor with profanity-laced sexism. The so-called "jokes" here made PORKY'S look feminist. The film also contains mercenary cameos by characters from Band's other vehicles, none of which I've seen (or wish to). For those who give a damn, they include Tim Thomerson (TRANCERS), Bill Moseley (DEVIL REJECTS), Phil Fondacaro (DECADENT EVIL), and the monsters Ooga Booga (DOLL'S GRAVEYARD) and Gingerbread Man.About an hour into this dismal waste of celluloid, Tommy Chong turns up as the bong's original owner, Jimbo Leary. (That's about as clever as the film gets.) I've never found stoner humor amusing, and Chong's appearance here does nothing to change my opinion. Whatever his comedic talents, in this movie Tommy Chong was—pardon the expression—wasted.If you enjoyed the mindless teen-sex comedies of the '80s, you might just like EVIL BONG. As for me, I plan to destroy my DVD copy in a Pagan cleansing ritual.

Unique venture from Charles Band's Wizard Entertainment and directed by Band himself. The tale of a bunch of drug taking dudes getting hold of a bong that takes them to a weird 'Bong World' is imaginative but poorly plotted and quite tiresome. Cast is good, especially Robin Sydney and Kristyn Green as the female leads. Cameos link to other Full Moon films, Jack Deth finds himself lost in Bong World but fails to achieve any Trancing. Ugly doll from 'Doll Graveyard' pops up (kinda literally) and Gingerdead Man (here voiced by John Carl Buechler). Little Phil (as in Fondacaro) seems to be looking for vampires again and Bill Moseley poddles around looking lost. I suspect Tommy Chong was cast because of the obvious rhyming promotional abilities with him on board. Given little to do, he is (cue joke drugs reference) wasted. Not really a horror or Sci Fi, this is just another Pauly Shore film without Shore and with a vague aspect of what usually makes Full Moon films work. Witless, Charmless and Irritating in equal measures - almost sad to watch because of it.

After recently accepting a new room mate, three potheads order a bong from New Orleans. It comes with a warning about dangerous effects. And this warning is real: toking up will take the marijuana enthusiast to Bong World, where they encounter strippers who want nothing more than to take your soul.Charles Band is a strange man. He apparently sits around, looks at random objects in a room, and decades they could be a monster. R. L. Stine had a similar method, I think. In this case, after puffing and passing, Band saw his bong and knew he had struck Acapulco Gold. Except that this film turns out to be completely schwag.The writing is pretty good, as far as the one-liners and conversations go. But there is no plot (unless women grinding on poles is a plot) and the execution is just awful by the main characters. The only actor who was at all convincing was Tommy Chong, who was more or less playing himself (an aged stoner who has become immune to the powers of the weed). The directing? Nothing special.We are given a glimpse of upcoming starlet Kristyn Green, who did alright as the main character's love interest. Michelle Mais does the voice of the Evil Bong, which looks mysteriously like the mushroom from "Troll" (another Band-Buechler film). There's Phil Fondacaro, who you probably just know as "the bearded midget" (another "Troll" actor). He convinced me that he was a bearded midget. The most unusual cameo is from none other than that jerk Bill Moseley as a strip club patron. He appears for about thirty seconds, makes a crack about being in the wrong place (I assume he means this movie) and leaves.One appearance I can't even begin to understand is that of the Gingerdead Man (voiced by John Carl Buechler). Why do we need to have him in this film pleasuring himself in a world full of strippers? An evil bong and satanic strippers weren't enough, so we had to cross the line with a demonic cookie. Thanks, Charles Band. You're either a genius or nearly retarded.I guess I found the film somewhat enjoyable as far as it being one of those "so bad it's almost good" movies. With no plot, poor acting and nothing but naked women, it's not going to be one of those horror films that end up on t-shirts at the next Fangoria convention with quotes we all love. Unless they use a line like "He destroyed the bong, but perished in the attempt." For some reason, that struck me as funny. But please don't watch this film unless you're familiar with Band and need his kind of pathetic film-making to make you happy.

I saw this in my local Blockbuster, and seeing that it had stoner movie legend Tommy Chong in it, I had to check it out.As stupid as the jokes were, they were jokes that you didn't have to think about... those are the kind that are truly enjoyable.I could probably recommend a better movie than this (Idle Hands), but let's not forget that this is a stoner movie.I also just read another comment that said that it might have been pro-terrorism, what with Tommy Chong's character blowing up the bong... it's not. It's a lost concept called self-sacrifice.Now for my verdict: this is at least a 6 out of 10.