So let's go briefly through this weirdness.
It basically has two parts. It starts as a regular exploitation druggie flick with series of episodes about how drugs are harmful. This is of course explained by some doctor in the studio and from time to time we can also see Mojica with his fingernails but he keeps low profile and just nods every now and then and makes an occasional comments.
Everything is pretty standard and - to be honest - boring stuff, but sometimes around the middle it rapidly shifts two gears of weirdness up.
At first Mojica completely takes the stage. For no apparent reason (at least not to me) we are suddenly watching mini documentary about him and his notoriety and (non)acceptance into mainstream movie industry etc. So far so good, at least this thing is moving somewhere, even if it is in weird direction. But it is intentional because - believe it or not - these two sub-plots finally come together.
Because what happens next is that this doctor selects four junkies, gets them high and somehow put them into Coffin Joe's nightmare. Which I think was the ultimate goal of this movie. This nightmare starts pretty cool, we switch from b/w into color and nightmarish scenes are pretty cool and reminiscent of hell in This Night I will Posses Your Corpse. But it just drags on and on for 15+ minutes and at the it seems that everything was staged just so Mojica can have has usual chauvinistic monologues. Which is kind of confirmed at his "closing speech".
And that's basically it, at least the way I saw it. Believe me, it sounds better than it actually is. And I really wanted to like and find some sort of Mojica's aesthetic and/or personal touch in it. I guess some critic would easily call this Bunuel like surrealistic masterpiece, but I was just bored for the most of the time.
3/10
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