In our current circumstances, it is curious to think that in the 1970s the increasing acceptance and consumption of cannabis was viewed as a “pandemic” by conservative politicians. At least that’s the word of John Bradow (Derek McGrath), a deputy to the former Ontario Prime Minister John Robartsas he tries to slow down Prime Minister Pierre Trudeaus Efforts to decriminalize weeds decades before it cools. The result as described in a drama based on a true story “The marijuana conspiracyBradow threw money into a study he was sure would confirm his belief in the harmful effects of weeds. When it became clear that the results were not going in his direction, funding was cut and the women, who had undergone seriously dubious experiments for three months, never saw the result of the clinical examination that caused long-term wounds for some of them. If outrage can be felt, it finds no resonance in this film, which makes this injustice prosaic and never achieves a higher level of enthusiasm than an after-school special.
Julia Sarah Stone found a groove that quickly becomes too familiar to play and follow homeless / wayward youngsters “Honey bee” and “Come true“She repeats that role a third time in a row as Mary and leads the ensemble on” The Marijuana Conspiracy. “After being fired from her job and having no permanent place to rest her head, an opportunity seems to come up and up Getting paid to be too good to be true. That’s the general sentiment of anyone answering the ad for the study, and each comes with their own reasons for lighting up Marissa (Morgan Kohan) who wants the money to build her own graphic design business for Mourinda (Tymika Tafari) looking for a way to cover her law degree to Jane (Brittany Bristow) Who will use the money to fly west and join a hippie community?
The scope of the study requires a strict dedication from the women: they stay in an out-of-contact facility for 98 days, smoking weed and completing macrame projects to earn their “wages”. A group of scientists is constantly monitoring and measuring their health and productivity. The wavy sauce Dr. Barry Fincher (Greg Calderone) who, if he didn’t lead the study, would likely roll a fat one with his subjects. As much as Bradow Fincher does not press so subtly to give him the desired results, the progressive peace and love behavior researcher insists that the data alone will confirm the truth. Of course, it doesn’t take long to realize that weed isn’t the gateway to personal humiliation, which sets Fincher and Bradow on the way to a very Canadian (read: polite) showdown.
During all this time, “The Marijuana Conspiracy” slowly and unforgivingly spreads over two hours and never manages to get beyond the surface of its story. The film seriously wants to delve into the deteriorating impact these women have had for over three months, but it soon turns into a repetitive cycle of different characters running down the hallways looking defeated on some very nice ’70s couches. The main conflict in the story – between Fincher and Bradow – is very secondary and one that doesn’t build much steam beyond the two men who are in equal idealistic opposition and disagree. In fact, it is difficult to register exactly what tone the film is. With a soundtrack that shifts from swampy blues-rock to Indian ragas, “The Marijuana Conspiracy” plays a role when it comes to playing with an energetic docu-drama vibe. But the film shows its true hand in its dramatic moments when it shows up what needs to be licensed, acoustic muzak (there is no recognized composer) to overlay a sick film of the week sentimentality that is hard to take with anyone Seriousness, especially when combined with a hand-shoulder dialogue like “You are going to be a great mother.”
Written and produced and directed by Craig PryceYou wish he would have given one of these jobs to someone else if only he had put a little more focus on the story. The script tries not only to tell this true story, but also to paint a portrait of the time. It is very broad and not very effectively woven into threads that illustrate the racism and sexism that women faced during the period. It’s a broad gesture that, like everything else in the film, doesn’t go very deep. Far more monstrous and problematic is a plot that develops in the second half of the picture, in which sister Alice Jones (Marie Ward) is accidentally to their traditionalist boss, Dr. Spencer Harlow (Paulino Nunes). Established as the trial’s judgmental nurse ratched, the script uses the experience as a way for Alice to equate homophobia with the overt persecution and prejudice of stoners and to come to a more compassionate view of who they are. It’s a horrific and sour line to create an equivalency that undermines the very same threat to their lives that queer people have faced then and now. It’s amazing that nobody who was involved in the production thought about it.
On the other hand, a lot of things in the movie don’t seem to have made too much of a fuss. “The Marijuana Conspiracy” largely manages to create a 70s atmosphere with its production and costume design. However, the cracks are easy to see if it is a poster Radiohead’S A moon-shaped pool in a record store or in the line-up subconsciously switching from the stubborn, clumsy Austin Powers – y got a shit / that’s wrong / got bread / what’s the thin dialogue for accidentally changing their cadence to something more contemporary, you know ? , like this. The cameraman does nothing to help break away from the aesthetic of the film John Berriewho shares an extensive background on television with Pryce, which can be seen very well here, with each shot seemingly lit and framed to have the possibility of being seen on what is probably the true target: on an old, square TV cut in. A Canadian cottage that plays on the cable late one night.
Nobody wants to be the sober person at a party where everyone is high, but this is what “The Marihuana Conspiracy” often feels like. At the end of the film, the real women who suffered from the experiment will be selected in front of the camera and told how their lives have developed after participating in the study. Then it comes full circle and Prime Minister Justin Trudeau’s footage heralds the legalization of weeds in Canada. Then you realize that the film is actually a Heritage Minute commercial that is played in an excruciating full-length format. [D]
“The Marijuana Conspiracy” arrives April 4th … of course.