If spewing maggots is scary, consider Snoog Dogg’s first starring vehicle a success! There are enough maggots spewed in this movie to make dogshit jealous.

Taking the urban legend route when describing the ghost of Jimmy Bones (played by Snoop Dogg), former pot peddler content with patrolling his little block located somewhere in America. Could be New York, could be L.A., don’t really know. Don’t really care.

Starring in every bit of his fifteen minutes of on screen time, Snoop is Jimmy Bones. No real stretch acting wise here. The west coast rapper is a heavy pot smoker, always calm due to the drug, and prone to bust into impromptu rhyme whenever it pleases his pallet. It doesn’t help that his impromptu rhyme is the same freestyle rhyme he’s been spitting since the early 90’s.

When three teens buy Jimmy Bone’s old crib, so they can turn it into a nightclub and make dough flow, yo… they awaken the dormant spirit of the now very angry pot dealer, trapped within the walls of the crib since his murder back in those groovy 70’s. It is later revealed that Jimmy was murdered because he refused to sell crack, along with his pot. Turns out this ghetto Tamborine Man has integrity.

Cue laugh track.

Jimmy the Ghost now seeks revenge on those who took part in his death, which include the new drug lord, a pudgy corrupt cop, the father of two of the boys who bought the crib … oh, and Pam Grier, former lover and kooky ghetto psychic.

The unintentional camp that laces every bit of this flick keep it from being the scary horror delight that was intended. Had the film makers been clear on whether you were supposed to hate Jimmy, or love him, it may have made for a better movie. Or, had film makers decided that creating a cultish camp classic was their goal, I could have very easily of gotten behind the film. But they didn’t, and what is left is yet another schlock special, minus the special, that could have been something special.

Pity. All those maggots for nothin’.