Sometimes the munchies really can get out of hand.

In the sticky heat of a New Zealand summer, a group of friends uncover a long-forgotten strain of marijuana with an unexpected kick — it makes human flesh taste delicious. Naturally, someone lights up. Naturally, someone dies. And naturally, no one can quite agree on what to do next.

Director Callum Devlin turns this beautifully deranged premise into a riot of bad decisions and worse appetites. A New Year’s party in a half-converted sheep shed becomes a stoned experiment in guilt, paranoia, and questionable ethics as Brian (Finnius Teppett), Jules (Alice May Connolly), Campbell (Samuel Austin), and Charlie (Annabel Kean) try — and fail — to keep their heads while losing their minds. The humor is quick, dry, and unmistakably Kiwi: a blend of flat-white fatalism and bong-rip philosophy that turns panic into punchline.

Connolly steals the show as the reluctant cannibal of the group. Together, the ensemble radiates the chaotic energy of a party that’s gone on about three hours too long and several moral boundaries too far.

A delirious cocktail of gore, giggles, and genuine heart, THE WEED EATERS is a cult crowd-pleaser in waiting — proof that friendship, like weed, is best enjoyed responsibly.