Lame on so many levels. Lame because there is hardly any story, just vox pop of American “judges” from High Times sitting in Amsterdam Coffee Shops and babbling about marijuana. Lamer, still, because most of these people are assholes. Half of the enthusiasts are horticultural savants who sound no hipper than a Star Trek geek when rambling on about variants and various methods of hydroponics. The other half put up a facade about peace and love, but then go on to complain about who is cheating who to win the “Cannabis Cup.” There is none of the harmony and understanding they claim smoking pot brings them — only the apparant inability to bathe. I didn’t think gripy put downs and I’m-less-commercial-than-you one ups were part of the scene, but what the hell do I know? Watch only if you want a heavy case of bad vibes.