That's my review.  Sorry, folks, there really isn't anything more to say other than you need to see this one, right now. 

Notes:

The cinematographer may have suffered from Parkinson’s Disease. Some shots are jittery enough to induce vomiting. He may have also been blind, as the camera is often out of focus, and/or framed at random.

The sound is a mess. It varies widely between shots, ranging from being barely audible, to tinny, to muddy, to every so often being passable. On the other hand, the music is consistently mediocre throughout.

Marijuana is bad for you. Cigarettes only make you cough... and forget your lines.

The narrator (Brad F. Grinter) did not bother to learn his lines. He pauses every few words to look down and read his script. He trips up a few times, but there are no retakes. Best part: when he has a coughing fit near the end of the film.

The turkey sounds at the farm are obviously people saying “gobble gobble” and making other “animal” noises.

Set design at work: the laboratory and the drug den.

In my youth, my mother had the exact same painting hanging in our house as the druggies in this movie (see above right).