The Skinny: In Air Guitar Nation, which never found its way into San Diego theaters, Alexandra Lipsitz follows the rivalry between two hopefuls--Dan 'Björn Turöque' Crane and David 'C-Diddy' Jung--as they strive for the U.S. Air Guitar championship and a chance to compete on the world stage.
The Good: We've all shredded a little air guitar amid our shared unconscious desire to be rock gods, but few of us have actually done it on stage. Air Guitar Nation sounds like a bad joke, but once Lipsitz enters this strange underground world of competition and showmanship, it becomes infectious. These guys are solid performers with an undying love of rock 'n' roll. Yes, everyone involved--from the champions of various nations to the founders of the U.S. competition--takes air guitar very seriously, and the pain of loss is palpable in Turöque, who plays perpetual second air fiddle. Lipsitz gets in close with the U.S. contenders, and it's easy to see why they do what they do. Hell, there's even a dude who, literally, rocks out with his cock out. Sure, the status of air guitar as an art form is debatable, but you might change your tune when you see C-Diddy--complete with hairless chest and Hello Kitty breastplate--unleash his Asian fury upon Yngwie J. Malmsteen in front of 5,000 screaming fans, complete with amps and light show. It's something seriously different, and, seriously, with or without the guitars, Air Guitar Nation rocks.
The Bad: Dude. It's about air guitar.
The Extras: Thirty-seven minutes of deleted scenes. Rock on. That's almost another half-a-movie.