If the title Halloweed Night: Meet the Weedjies didn’t give you a solid idea of what to expect, then learning that it’s published by famed B-Horror film producer/distributor Full Moon Features’ comic imprint, Full Moon Comix, should fill in the gap...
...For those in the dark or lost in a pot-induced haze, Full Moon is responsible for an impressive number of homicidal doll pictures, most notably The Puppet Master series and Demonic Toys in addition to other classics, heh, such as Killjoy, Evil Bong, and Gingerdead Man. All are made increasingly enjoyable under the influence of the aforementioned pot.
And why should it be any different with Weedjies? Brockton McKinney and Sergio Rios, writer and artist respectively, drop us into their universe using a classic television horror host setup in the form of a skeleton, the top of whose head is replaced by an old turn-dial television, aptly named Tapehead. A naked man trapped in a cage, beset by confusion serves as a stand-in for us, the reader, as Tapehead intimates our impending entertainment and ultimate doom upon completion of the story.
What follows is the equivalent of Elvira, Gore de Vol, Svengoolie, and Gremlins, put through a grinder and packed into a bong. McKinney and Rios see us tailing metal band Mechanical Dracula in the aftermath of a sold out show. After multiple ‘Hail Satan’s and offers of oral sex the band retires to their tour bus where they’re confronted and propositioned by a mysterious and buxom fan in a top hat and face paint named The Baroness. She offers the band ‘Dankula’s Devil Doobie” in exchange for their participation in a suspicious and supernatural game. Enter the Weedjies. More or less heavy metal gremlins wreaking havoc.
The comic is littered with enough cackle and groan-worthy puns, gore, and sexual innuendo to fuel six Troma productions. Its very on-brand for Full Moon. The art style is fun, the colors are garish, and the tone is manic. Whether this will be an ongoing series is unclear, but we have a feature-length film to look forward to.
Verdict: If grindhouse and metal parody are your gig then you’re in for a treat.
By Paul Bauer