"Nimrods" - 21st Century Road Trip

Analog Dogs are a fledgling band in Kansas City. After one too many pranks upon his brother, lead singer and guitarist Tommy (Mason Thames) becomes the victim of one when he is informed that Analog Dogs are to open for Green Day in Los Angeles at New Year's Eve! Excited, hungry and eager to capitalise on his big break, Tommy steals his brother's taxi and embarks on a mad dash road trip to get there, accompanied by idiot guitarist Fred (Kylr Coffman) and nervous, buttoned up work-in-progress punk drummer Chad (Ryan Foust) to get there!

(Credit: The Hollywood Reporter)
A delightfully old school punk road trip movie and celebration of the poor, dirty heartlands of America. I know Green Day in passing, it's my partner who's the big fan, but the film worked for both of us (they pointed out little Easter Eggs like the name of the taxi company). Very similar to "Detroit Rock City" (only funny), it has the hallmarks you'd want and expect from a road trip movie (weirdo locals like a creepy motel owner played by Fred Armisen and an amusing drunk mechanic played by Sean Gunn; an incredibly funny drug trip, bust-ups and meet ups) and is generally an amusing, light hearted and old-school fare. It manages to make some excellent, wry little examinations of current day America: with its shots of abandoned industry now home to a spontaneous punk festival; the gang stopping at snowy, slush-ground diners rather than sunny, brightly lit cities; and an affection for dive bars and the regular folks in America. It's a sweetly clever, punk celebration of life on the road, being broke, having friends and living for a moment: because moments are all we have.
It's deliciously, refreshingly old school and funny to boot, it goes without saying that the soundtrack's pretty good too (excellent use of "Wake Me Up When September Ends"). Kudos, Green Day! Kudos!
Stars of the show are Kylr Coffman as the dim but lovable green haired layabout, and the buttoned-up Ryan Foust as the drummer.
Favourite gag was the long, background taxi passenger.

"The End of Oak Street" - Just Above the Silver Lake

The year is 1982, and the Platt family are starting to come apart at the seams: father Greg (Ewan McGregor) is struggling with two jobs, mother Denise (Anne Hathaway) is pouring her desire to leave into a secret novel in the cellar, son Brian (Christian Convery) has a crush on a local girl and a vindictive pair of local school kids to deal with, and daughter Audrey (Maisy Stella) is attempting to study to get into a science-focused university. Things take a darker turn when their neighbourhood is transported somewhere...

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A bizarre left hook from David Robert Mitchell, director of the best horror film of the last 30 years in "It Follows", into odd family fare, splitting the difference between his unusual, stranger and ethereal past works and a more 12A Spielberg film for unusual results.
When it's following Ewan McGregor fighting a T-Rex with a sledgehammer, and embracing the daftness of its premise? Great fun.
When it's attempting to be discrete with its dinosaur murders and being a family running from dinosaurs in suburbia, taking itself seriously, it's less fun, like a lesser tier "Twilight Zone" episode.
It's a bizarre change of pace for David Robert Mitchell, and had I not known that it was him who made this I would have struggled to figure it out, save for a pretty impressive long take shot of a T-Rex chasing Hathaway and McGregor through a street.
An odd duck, aimed kind of towards younger and family fare (lovable kids on dino adventures to rescue their dog) but focusing too much on cat murder and discrete blood and guts to quite fully land.
Maybe give it a rental?