joe t
changed my life the evil bong is such a baddie!
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Rated 5 out of 5 stars
10/28/25
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Rodney H
Just when I thought my life couldn't get any better, the genius director mixes my 2 favorite things, Smoking Marijuana and Gingerbread Cookies. Personally since I've had a lot more thinking time since my wife "left" (I killed her) I have come up with a great idea for a possible sequel movie to this ultimate movie, I present the idea "The Edible Gingerdead Man V.S My Son Who Died of Lukemma". My New Wife (Former Prostitute) Abeba has changed my entire view on the merits of smoking weed and the New Afrikka Movement, She also believes in the movie idea I had but wishes the main character would also be a black guy with no ears. This is good movie, yum yum yum. Make sure to mark your calendrers for my new movie "Mentally Handicapped Alligators V.S Suicidal Giraffes" we use real animals and real death please watch it, February 2039 or maybe some time after that like 2060 idk but trust me it's gonna be awesome, we unfortunately due to Joe Exotic's incarceration cannot make him the main character and animal handler but we will find someone worse that is our mission statement to the people. I love you bye bye
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Rated 5 out of 5 stars
10/06/25
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TheMovieSearch R
The Evil Bong franchise is a descent into cinematic absurdity, and nowhere is this more apparent than in the spinoffs featuring The Gingerweed Man. What begins as a low-budget stoner-horror-comedy with the original talking bong in 2006 quickly spirals into increasingly chaotic sequels, each seemingly designed to test the limits of both patience and taste.
The franchise opens with Evil Bong (2006), introducing a surreal and incoherent premise: a guy moves into a house where he pays $40 a week to smoke pot and watch women randomly undress, while interacting with a talking bong with a human face. The plot is nonexistent, the dialogue is laughably bad, and the concept of a sentient bong is never developed beyond its novelty. The film sets the tone for the series: indulgent, bizarre, and completely unmoored from logic.
Subsequent sequels (Evil Bong 2: King Bong, Evil Bong 3: The Wrath of Reefer Madness, and Evil Bong 420) fail to improve matters. Each installment recycles the original cast, doubles down on ridiculous CGI, and focuses less on character or story and more on over-the-top weed-fueled hallucinations. The narrative becomes a confusing maze of green-screened sets, nonsensical plot twists, and overextended stoner humor that rarely lands. By the time Evil Bong 666 and Evil Bong 777 arrived, the franchise had abandoned any pretense of coherence, relying solely on the shock value of absurd visuals and recurring gags.
The Gingerweed Man emerges in Evil Bong: High-5 as a particularly bewildering creation: a murderous gingerbread cookie with minimal personality, atrocious CGI, and a design that makes him resemble a low-budget Snapchat filter come to life. In the crossover Gingerdead Man vs. Evil Bong, this character is given center stage, and the result is an even more disjointed film, with two already poorly conceived characters interacting in a world of low-budget effects and a story that barely holds together. Evil Bong 888: Infinity High continues the trend, combining past disasters into a single, visually overwhelming, and narratively incoherent mess.
The standalone Gingerweed Man spinoff only amplifies the franchise’s issues. The character, who might have served as a quirky addition, becomes the centerpiece of fever-dream storytelling with no logic or structure. The writing is laughably poor, the acting is wooden, and the CGI barely functions. There is no comedic timing, no tension, and no reason to invest in any of the characters or their bizarre scenarios.
In short, The Gingerweed Man and the Evil Bong franchise represent some of the most extreme examples of “bad cinema” in modern stoner-horror. The films are technically watchable, but only in the sense that you can stare at the screen and wonder how they ever made it to production. There is no “so bad it’s good” charm here—just a relentless descent into incoherent plotlines, unfunny comedy, and visual absurdity.
If you are considering diving into this franchise, let this be your warning: it will not entertain you, enlighten you, or even give you a memorable experience worth discussing. Instead, it will test your tolerance for low-budget, over-the-top nonsense and leave you questioning your life choices. The Gingerweed Man, as a character and as a spinoff concept, is emblematic of the franchise’s failure: bizarre, unpolished, and ultimately forgettable. Avoid these films unless your goal is to watch a masterclass in how not to make a movie.
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Rated 0.5 out of 5 stars
10/05/25
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Aidan W
I would not recommend this movie and I am lost of words
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05/31/24
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Steve C
There were boobs. Lots of them. That's all I remember.
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Rated 1 out of 5 stars
02/08/24
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Sean S
I have seen all three of these Gingerdead Man films, plus this one. I had to see them for some reason. They are so cheesy and have a potential as hilarious remakes if someone could come up with some decent dialogue/writing, etc. someday. Some parts of them fare better than others. This one has the Charles Band heavy sprinkling of big boobed strippers put into it also.
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Rated 2.5 out of 5 stars
07/21/23
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