In 1996, five best friends discover an abandoned truckload of bush weed dumped in a roadside rest area in outback Australia. Cashing in on their lucky find, the young men take control of the local gunja trade and are thrust into an underworld of Calabrian Mafia, outlaw bikers, Woodcutters from Hell, truckers and speed-dealing milk bar owners, all looking for their cut of the score.

What a fourth-rate story. Did the writers of this smoke weed, themselves, while writing the script? Firstly, way too many antogonists and not a single one is particularly compelling. Also the cache being weed (rather than cash, gold, heroin, or guns) is a bit lightweight. Even radioactive isotopes would be more compelling. Or, if this is supposed to be yet another quirky effort, you could make the cache more effectively oddball, such as the secret costumes for Wolget’s next Spring Festival. Thirdly, five is arguably too many as a protagonist group. Three, at most, for a taut story (even if comedy). The logline is a lot of smoke but no real fire.

Steven Fernandez (Judge)

Maybe something more like this?

Five friends are thrust into an underworld of Calabrian Mafia, outlaw bikers, Woodcutters from Hell, and more after trying to sell bush weed they mistakenly discover dumped in outback Australia.