Born in a rugby-mad Welsh mining town, Howard Marks (Ifans) knew he didn't fit in and proved it by getting into Oxford against the odds. There he immediately falls into the early-1960s brainy/druggy crowd, dealing marijuana but never anything harder. Despite efforts to go straight, he continually returns to trafficking, arguing that it's not a crime to break an immoral law. But his associations with a notorious IRA terrorist (Thewlis) and a rule-bending Indian businessman (Djalili) attract the attentions of a tenacious American agent (Tosar).
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In the 1970's Howard Marks was one of the biggest weed smugglers in the world but the Welshman from the small town of Kenfig never indented to become such a major player in the industry. In the beginning Marks started out as a relatively minor drug dealer, supplying small amounts of dope but as his connections began to grow more opportunities became available.
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It's silly -- in fact, it's unbelievably silly -- to the point where some of the film's more absurd one-liners might make you giggle. Sure there are points where it gets awful: the hoedown where a hillbilly band sings a song about the legendary worm that once terrorized the area (complete with people in a snake costume which Grant slices in half) is a lowlight. The "special effects" -- which use cardboard overlays under which actual action takes place -- are worthy of the 1950s.
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The conceit this time: Each director takes a piece of classical music and sets it to film -- mostly without dialogue and invariably without any sense whatsoever.
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