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A wrongly moustachioed Justin Long plays an insensitive podcasting sensationalist whose trip to Manitoba doesn’t go as planned.

Goo goo g'jube and pass the holy mackerel. If Kevin Smith was stoned when he thought up his excellent walrusian nightmare, then marijuana is the best creative medicine.

A parable that concerns the monstrous conduct of humans, Tusk is a salute to storytelling, a comic send-up of Canadiana – with awesome references to Degrassi and Duplessis – and a terrorizing vehicle for sharply conceived absurdity.

A wrongly moustachioed Justin Long plays an insensitive podcasting sensationalist whose trip to Manitoba doesn't go as planned. Catching up later are his girlfriend, and former child star Haley Joel Osment as a straight-man sidekick who sees something worse than dead people.

There's a highly literate old man as a serial fiend with fine taste in ornate mansions and a peculiar fondness for mackerel-eating mammals. Also, an unbilled Johnny Depp happens, though he is not immediately recognizable.

In the end, the Fleetwood Mac soundtrack moment was inevitable in a half-parody called Tusk – an ivory-cast comedy-horror adventure due for cult-classic status.