CinemaSerf
⭐ 6/10
Ok, so perhaps I just wasn't in the mood but this just didn't make me laugh. It's nothing whatsoever to do with the band "Nirvana" - just in case you were wondering. Instead it follows two friends whose dream of playing at the legendary Rivoli club never seems to get any nearer. Perhaps that's because they have no musical talent at all? Well we never find out, but what we do know is that Jay McCarrol is an OK pianist and his pal Matt Johnson is a loud and irritating character who constantly comes up with schemes to secure their success. They've been trying since 2008 and it's the idea of going back in time that appeals to Matt. Determined to manufacture his own flux capacitor to install in their mobile home, he is convinced that's their best plan. Jay, on the other hand, concludes that he'd be much better off on his own and so sets off for an open mike night in not-so-nearby Ottawa. He doesn't realise that his pal is sleeping in the vehicle and so at 88kph, lightning strikes à la "Back to the Future" (1985) and they end up in 2008. Now there, their only wish is to get straight back home, but they mustn't be seen (think Prime Directive sort of thing) as they return to their former flat to procure some fuel. It's now that they have a bit of a domestic and split up - only for their timelines to separate and for Jay to become an international rock star whilst Matt achieves, well, nothing really. Is there any chance the two can be reconciled - in this or any other timeline? Might their friendship endure or will Jay just bin his exasperating floppy-hatted friend and enjoy the fruits of his success? There is a relentless flow of dialogue - usually from a Johnson who clearly thinks that expletives substitute for wit; there's virtually no music to speak of and by mid way through I was expecting Laurel and Hardy to come out with a plank and a bucket. It's all just so predicable and the deliberately visible presence of the camera crews, and what looks like some bemused audience participation, robs us of any chance to buy into any of the sci-fi elements of this increasingly lacklustre story. It's busy and frenetic and if you like zany, then maybe you'll take more from this than I did. I don’t really, and I didn't.
