Is Craig Smith’s no-budget 8mm Psychedelic Glue Sniffing Hillbillies the spawn of John Water’s bad seed, the white trash pappy to Harmony Korine’s Gummo or the most twisted home movie ever made? Is it a brilliant cinematic statement about America’s marginalized underclass or just a reel of crap celluloid found in the bottom of a grab bag at a West Virginia garage sale? Or, who gives a shit? Pound back a few Rolling Rocks and swim into the celluloid oil slick that is Psychedelic Glue Sniffing Hillbilles.

For the the fullblown glue sniffing experience buy the DVD at gluesniffcom. “It’s more fun than a two-headed tractor pull.”