For instance, the overweight and inept band manager who likes strippers, and the eccentric but kindly father who wears facepaint like Gene Simmons from Kiss. Oh please.
Freddy (Kick Gurry) is the lead singer of a no-talent garage rock band. He is banging (literally) the bass player (cute punk pixie Pia Miranda) but he is in love with the girlfriend (Maya Strange) of his best friend, who also happens to be the lead guitar player. Freddy goes to desperate lengths to get a gig and the girl, including blackmail, fortune cookies and wearing a koala suit for money. For what feels like forever, you follow hapless Freddy. Will he get the girl? Will he get the gig? Can he play? Does he suck? Do you care? I certainly did not.
Be warned: the secondary plot line about the best friend Joe is positively rancid. The hapless boy is having an affair with a Goth girl who thinks suicide is sexy. She turns out to be a figment of his imagination. Nothing, you find out, that Prozac and some time at a mental institution can't cure. Hooray for Joe.
