Marc Ash's "Coke Squatch" is a grindhouse gem dipped in blood, coke, and satire a short film that plays like a lost 1970s drug trip flick, and it's absolutely glorious for it.
The film kicks off with three young women scoring some coke, setting the tone for what seems like a typical underground drug tale. But this isn't just a story of shady deals it's also about Squatch. Yes, that Squatch. And this one is high on something other than life. When the paths of the party girls and the mythical beast collide, it erupts into a gory, chaotic confrontation with only one survivor left to tell the bizarre tale.
But Ash doesn't stop there. The second act shifts gears into a laid back, stoner style conversation between two guys who are debating the existence of the legendary creature. This shifts to a squatch hunting adventure that spirals into another face-off with the beast in true midnight-movie fashion.
Coke Squatch doesn't take itself seriously, and that's where it thrives. It's part satire, part horror, and all retro-infused fun. Ash's direction channels that vintage exploitation cinema energy with grainy visuals, eccentric characters, and a sense of looming danger wrapped in absurdity. The performances from Rodney Davis, Bailey R Duncan, and Robbie Flanagan lean into the film's off-kilter tone, bringing just enough camp without tipping into parody.
At its core, Coke Squatch feels like a cautionary tale about drug culture, wrapped in a big, furry punchline. It's short, strange, and satisfyingly bloody with enough charisma and creativity to warrant expansion into a full length feature. Here's hoping the Squatch comes back for seconds.
It's A hilarious and bloody little trip that squatches the line between horror and absurdity. Fun, fast, and freakishly entertaining.
