Here’s the synopsis we looked at on a certain cinema’ website:
Nick frequents New York’s indie rock scene nursing a broken heart and playing the bass with his queercore band, The Jerk Offs. Norah is questioning pretty much all of her assumptions about the world. Though they have nothing in common except for their taste in music, their chance encounter leads to an all-night quest to find a legendary band’s secret show and ends up becoming a first date that could change both their lives.
Someone got paid (or should have been paid) a lot of money to write that, because I thought the film sounded a pretty decent Friday night switch-off kind of movie. So my housemate and I trundled off to the local flicks and gave the bandits £11 to watch the biggest pile of poo I’ve seen since ‘Four Christmases‘ (but I expected it with that one).
If you think it can’t be that bad, be it on your own head. Inconsistant storylines, cheesy modern day train-going-through-a-tunnel euphemisms and a movie that seems to be trying to teach something but no-one’s quite sure what, not even the writers.
All this from someone who is hardly the most informed film critic ever birthed. But seriously. Don’t bother.
You’ve been warned.