You reach three determinations while watching Feed the Devil, coordinated and co-composed by
Jared Cohn, the male lead (would-be maryjane head honcho Marcus), is about safe. He’s punctured by traps, bones, blades; clubbed over the head; spits up blood for the last third of the motion picture; but then fights the good fight. Interesting.
The executive uses blur to-dark moves to no great impact, practically as though he’s come up short on script. Alternately discourse. Then again thoughts. Extremely unusual.
The film just about practically succeeds despite itself. More bizarre still.
Here’s the place we begin. Marcus and his sweetheart Stella (Victoria Curtain) are recounted a territory in Alaska where the fields are green with an especially strong weed product that is justified regardless of a huge amount of cash.