The film embodies the story of Colette and Colin McKinsey, two ordinary girls who spend their free time practicing yoga. One day, the two girls embark on a group of Hunter and soon fall into the trap of satans, as they intend to sacrifice the Cholin and cut them horrificly. During a period, girls can happily escape from it, but another secret soon emerges.
This is what happens when you merge a writer who doesn't have anything to say and a director who can't frame a single shot. [Full review in Portuguese.]
Kevin Smith goes back to the fluoro-lit convenience store with this tepid teen horror-comedy that plays out as a grab-bag of self-referential jokes and friendly indulgences stretched beyond breaking point.
Smith seems to have soured to the idea of making films for anyone outside his circle of fans, podcast co-hosts, and family members. Yoga Hosers, the latest feature-length podcast digression from Smith, proves how small that circle really is.
