Yoga Hosers (2016)

Yoga Hosers is the kind of gleefully deranged midnight-movie concoction that only Kevin Smith would bottle: a teen hangout comedy that swerves, without apology, into creature-feature absurdity and keeps grinning the whole way. Lily-Rose Depp and Harley Quinn Smith have real buddy chemistry, selling the film’s sweet, scrappy sincerity even as the humor gets delightfully crude and the horror turns cartoonish. The vibe is more “let’s put on a show and accidentally fight a monster” than “scare you senseless,” with Natasha Lyonne adding a welcome jolt of cool to the chaos. It’s not for viewers who want subtlety or polished scares, but if you’re on the fence and even mildly curious about weird, fresh, occasionally hysterical genre-mashing, this one has more spark than its reputation suggests.

Yoga Hosers is Kevin Smith trying to bottle a goofy, teen-friendly horror-comedy vibe—part stoner sketch, part creature feature, part Canada-in-jokes fever dream. The problem is the movie plays like a string of half-finished bits that never really click into a satisfying story, so if you’re not already amused by its very specific brand of silliness, it can feel loud, rambling, and weirdly self-indulgent. The humor leans heavily on absurdity and repetition rather than sharp punchlines, and the “horror” is mostly cartoonish gross-out rather than tension or scares. If you’re a Smith completist or you enjoy intentionally dumb, low-stakes midnight-movie nonsense, you might find some charm in the commitment and the oddball concept—but if you want disciplined storytelling or consistently funny comedy, this is probably not your party.