Grass, The Movie

"Grass," the new pro-pot movie from veteran documentarian Ron Mann, is like a good birthday gift -- the presentation is something to appreciate, but the real treat is what's inside.

The wrapping paper of Mann's gift is an amusing but straight history of our country's marijuana policies from the 1920s to today. But after removing that wrapping, you'll find a scathing, meticulously researched indictment of America's war on drugs. According to drug historian Harry G. Levine, a professor at Queens College, "It's impeccable, meticulous scholarship and a brilliant recitation of history."

The film, which opens on May 31 after four years of production, traces the rise, partial eclipse and re-flowering of our government's marijuana prohibition. It's filled with clips of maniacal, "Reefer Madness"-type propaganda, which progress from the psychosis portrayed in the 1930s to mellow girls dancing in their poke-your-eye-out 1950s bras, to Nixon looking sweaty and furtive. No matter the decade, the clips feature Neanderthal cops in cheap suits, typically sycophantic reporters and poor misguided kids just wanting to have fun. A surprisingly restrained Woody Harrelson narrates.

Spliced in at opportune moments are juicy tidbits from marijuana lore: a spiffy Cab Calloway doing "Reefer Man" back in 1932 and the Quicksilver Messenger Service band's [Have Another Hit of] "Fresh Air" (which, ignoramus that I am, I never thought was a pot song). The animation of Paul Mavrides, co-creator of the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers, is featured throughout.

A slick gift to the decriminalization/legalization movement, the film lacks a certain element of surprise. Though I enjoyed scenes like the one of John Lennon playing slide guitar at a protest, with Yoko banging vacantly away on a bongo, there were just a few too many hackneyed, junk visuals I guess you had to be sitting with the folks lighting up in the back of the theater to enjoy (the May 24 screening I attended in New York benefited NORML).

That may not matter to the audience the distributor hopes to attract when it opens nationwide this summer: kids looking for an alternative to the zero-tolerance policies that expel them from school and will soon deny them access to federal loans if they get caught with drugs. As U.S. distributor Richard Abramowitz, president of Unapix Films, joked with me, "I'm hoping for a certain repeat business cause they'll be stoned. They'll forget they've seen it, and then I'll get their $8.50 again." Appraised of the joke, Ron Mann quipped, "If people go to the movie and get high, it'll do great for the concession stands."

For all the laughter and smiles at Grass's opening screening, the film's creators are dead serious critics of the war on drugs. Nearly 700,000 Americans were arrested in 1998 on pot charges, 88 percent of them for simple possession, says NORML founder/director Keith Stroup. In a statement accompanying the film's soundtrack, Mann says, "... marijuana smokers do not form some kind of fringe and perverse movement, despite what mainstream media would like us all to believe." He told me, simply, "I did this movie to help stop putting marijuana smokers in jail."

One way to do that, Mann feels, is to delineate how today's propaganda and laws stem from seventy-year-old government anti-drug campaigns. Harry J. Anslinger, the nation's first drug czar, seized on marijuana as his cause celebre in 1930, hoping to replicate J. Edgar Hoover's empire-building with regulating booze during the 1920s. Anslinger tried to get the states to sign on to his anti-drug measures, but only nine did. After WWII, however, Anslinger gained flat-out control of all movie scripts that mentioned drugs (a power about which today's drug czar, Barry McCaffrey, can only dream). Anslinger used this power to paint marijuana as a direct stepping stone to violence, heroin, suicide and even insanity. When the early 60s rolled around -- by which time Anslinger had aged into a parody of a bald-headed, hard-ass Fed -- he was able to convince the U.N. to sanction pot worldwide.