Yoga Hosers is not the complete abortion of a film it’s reputed to be, but Smith gets in his own way far too often.

They may be “red and white and never blue” and they may “not even supposed to be here today,” but the clerks of Eh-2-Zed are certainly having an abnormal adolescence. Yoga Hosers marks the second film in Kevin Smith’s True North series, an American parody of Canada that may repay the favor for American Venus, Bruce Sweeney’s rare

You get the sense that this is a filmmaker having fun, which is an element Smith’s work has been missing for some time.

Any of the film’s attempts at moralizing are subsumed by Kevin Smith’s obsession with taking aim at his critics.

The teen daughters of Kevin Smith and Johnny Depp battle an army of foot-tall Nazis made of sausage.

An imbecilic, strenuously wacky helping of see-what-sticks juvenilia that finds the director continuing the “True North Trilogy” he began with 2013’s rather more endurable “Tusk.”

Despite charming turns by Harley Quinn Smith and Lily-Rose Depp, this sloppy comedy is, as its teen heroines would sneer, "basic"

If the creators of South Park had done it, Yoga Hosers might have been hysterical.

Dir/scr: Kevin Smith. US, 2015. 87 mins.

The second in Smith’s planned True North trilogy, following Tusk, aims for inspired lunacy but comes up short in every department