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.

**Utterly un-amusing dross. I don't know who told them they were funny, but they lied.**

Whatever I was expecting — and I went into this as blind as I could — I wasn't anticipating having my jaw on the floor as often as I did. Not since **BEING JOHN MALKOVICH** has a film so thoroughly taken me on a wild ride through surrealism, humor, and gonzo filmmaking that shatters the fourth wall over and over and over again. Any attempt to explain what happens in the film would spoil the experience — so I'll keep this as vague as possible. Longtime writers and Canadian comedy duo Matt Johnson and Jay McCarrol play fictionalized versions of themselves in this time-traveling quest for their musical group, Nirvana the Band, to achieve success. A series of outrageous stunts designed to generate the buzz that will turn heads results in a metaphysical anomaly that bends our perception of time, thrusting both Johnson and McCarrol into a reality that feels like wandering through a traveling carnival's House of Mirrors. With Christopher "**Tenet**" Nolan-esque "how did they do that?" moments throughout, the film never forgets its purpose: friendship and loyalty, even if the road taken to get there is as bonkers as a Hunter S. Thompson acid trip. One of the year's biggest surprises, **NIRVANA THE BAND THE SHOW THE MOVIE** offers viewers an experience that can't be matched. Also directed by Johnson (who co-starred and directed the critically-overlooked 2023 film **BLACKBERRY**) -- don't miss the film, streaming now on VOD.