After scouring the internet for just about every film listing in New York City I eventually, and largely begrudgingly, booked one solitary ticket to a 4PM screening of Nirvanna the Band the Show the Movie - a mockumentary about almost everything but Kurt Cobain's famed band of which younger me was obsessed by for about an hour thanks to Hugh Jackman singing Smells Like Teen Spirit as Black Beard in the flop that was 2015's Pan (2.3 stars on Letterboxd. That's almost as bad as Fan4stic).
Nirvanna the Band the Show the Movie is a great film to watch alone because when you're in the film you're not alone - you're right there with Matt Johnson and Jay McCarrol (the two writers of the film playing fictionalised versions themselves) as they undergo some utterly unpredictable shenanogans cross time, Toronto, and the CN tower.
The pair make up what they call Nirvana the Band - once again - not related to the much-cooler Nirvana as they attempt, desperately and miserably, to play at show at the Rivoli by just about every means but knocking on the owner's door and asking.
The opening sequence of the film follows our unorthodox bandmates as they hatch a plan to skydive from the top of the CN tower and land in the middle of the Skydome - the home of the Toronto Blue Jays - as a game is being played and tell the crowd to go see them rock at the Rivoli - despite not actually having a show booked. But there's a problem. The Skydome's roof starts to close faster than the Straight of Hormuz and all of a sudden the pair are forced to turn to another plan - time travel.
In short, Nirvanna the Band the Show the Movie is a pretty crazy flick. At times it's like watching a YouTube prank show, or quite literally taking a ride in a DeLorian but the whole way through it's a good, funny time. 4.5 stars.