Get Stone, Stay Stoned

I make my love affair of cinema, sinsemilla & stuff you can ingest for a heightened sense of well being no secret. But often enough, I need to shelve all my previous passions to get out of the house and onto the road with my beautiful Beast. So in an effort to pile all my interests into one tight little taco, I try to see as many biker films as I can, but like bad food, too many of them is going to lead to some down time on the crapper. Stone is an exception, a four star prime beef one.

Somebody in Sydney is killing members of the Grave Diggers motorcycle gang with extreme prejudice. Stone is a motorcycle riding cop assigned to be embedded with them to solve the murders. From there, the plot consists of lots of riding, lots of killing, pretty consistent weed smoking and a fair amount of full frontal male & female nudity. As an extra special bonus, look for the Toecutter from Mad Max as biker Toad. So turn off that Sons of Anarchy crap, roll something up and raise the freak flag high. Live to ride, ride to live.