If at first you don’t succeed...appears to be a saying that Matt Johnson and Jay McCarrol live by.

In 2007 they created a web series known as Nirvana the Band the Show, where they played fictionalised versions of themselves, who were a band called Nirvana, that desperately wanted to play their local Toronto club the Rivoli.

This concept was then revisited in 2017 when it was picked up as a TV show, with the slightly re-jigged title Nirvanna the Band the Show, no doubt to avoid any legal issues, that ran for two seasons.

The Canadian pair re-unite again, with the same goal, going to extraordinary acts to play at the club.

2008 in Toronto, and musicians Matt and Jay are planning how they’re going to get on stage at the Rivoli.

It’s a plan they struggle with because seventeen years later, they’re still trying to bring their ultimate plan to fruition.

Their latest sees them skydive from a tourist attraction, but it fails. This then has them conjure up an absurd plan, completely stolen for the classic film Back to the Future, where Matt recreates the flux capacitor in their RV. And would you believe it, it actually works!

But despite the ability to travel through time, the musical duo still hit some road bumps on their way to realising their dream.

Fans of the previous incarnations of this concept will no doubt be pleased to see this big screen version. However, the previous shows aren’t essential viewing to get this version, that stands fairly well as a standalone experience.

It will help if you have seen Michael J. Fox’s iconic 1985 film though, as it borrows heavily from it, within the boundaries of not getting sued.

They play an affable pair, where their friendship is key throughout, as they shoot on the streets of Toronto, in a fairly guerrilla style.

Johnson does well behind the camera too, directing it, doing an impressive amount for his modest $2 million budget, and although the effects can’t be described as special, they are effective.

There’s a childish charm to proceedings, that finds to long term friends still chasing a dream that really shouldn’t be that unattainable, as their local club isn’t exactly Wembley Stadium, still too evasive for them.

The result is a low budget lo-fi buddy flick, that is oddly entertaining, and if it has an odour, it definitely smells like teen spirit.