Meat Weed Madness

In 2004, Dillard had submitted a short film to the TromaDance festival, named "The Battle Between the Burps and Farts". Troma Entertainment released Meat Weed Madness despite executive Lloyd Kaufman proclaiming in the "extras" section of the DVD for Meat Weed Madness that the earlier film was the only film in the history of the festival that was booed by everybody in attendance.[4]

The film takes place in a magical plantation near South America, Meatweed Manor,[4] in which super-strength cannabis is cultivated out of human flesh,[3] placing its users under a sex-fuelled frenzy called "Meat Weed Madness".[3] One night, Jessie Bell runs on to the manor in an effort to find help and is convinced to stay for a bit by Lord Meat Weed.

Further into the film, three girls, billing themselves the Hells' Belles[1] from the local high school show up, having murdered their teacher[1] and start playing in the manor. One by one, they are hypnotised by the evil minotaur Bullpucky[2] and raped. Jessie learns of his antics, discovers that he requires a virgin to release him from his murderous behaviour,[2] that she is the reincarnated Jezebel Meetweed[1] who mated with the aforementioned cow and gave birth to Bullpucky[1] and runs as fast as she can away from the manor;[4] this isn't fast enough as she is caught and the final quarter of the film is spent in the wedding between Jessie and Bullpucky.[2]

Film Threat called the film was a "curious fusion of Alice in Wonderland, Reefer Madness and Herschell Gordon Lewis' Two Thousand Maniacs. It's shot directly onto video and contains lots of gore, bizarre situations and female nudity. It's not particularly funny or gross or sexy, but it was gratifying in some sort of weird way." Bill Gibron of DVD Talk called the film "insane", and said of the director, "Dillard may be the first filmmaker who avoids the whole 'kitchen sink' concept of cinema. Instead, his is more of a tainted toilet bowl approach."[4] David Johnson of DVD Verdict was even less diplomatic, and wrote that it was an "incredible waste of time".[2] He added,

From start to finish, I never felt this flick was anything more than an assemblage of Dillard's pals screwing around with rudimentary special effects work and aping for the camera. They scream and dance around and shove their hands into deli meats and stifle their laughter and look at the camera and, yes, take their clothes off. None of it makes sense, none of it is funny, and none of it is entertaining.[2]