Wow. Just wow. Is this an 'action comedy' about the Sixties Scoop?
As the logline suggests, there is no singular coherent story. Like, at all. Receiving a trunk of his dead biological father's belongings is not enough of an inciting incident, there is zero dramatic action or plotting that follows. The scenes lack internal structure and setups, payoffs or punch lines. The transitions are just frequent cuts to a fifty-year-old dude on a BMX pretending to be seventeen again. Instead of learning about his hitherto hidden indigenous Metis identity, he's discovering heavy metal, but the score lacks any actual heavy metal. It's 1989, so if you're a Dokken fan, you'll know that year things fell apart and they broke up. There's a cartoonish bad biker attempted antagonistic subplot that's so cringe it's funny in a 'The Room' kind of way. It's trying to pass off as part of a franchise with a fan base but not delivering any goods. Some performances are good despite the lack of material. Star Slade almost saves the scenes she's in. Spence, however, can only barely channel the character and has changed things about Dean like his social class, hometown, ethnicity, the mom he had in the Fubar films and his age while trying hard to prove he's the Deaner. How much can you stand to watch Paul Spence constantly shotgun beers and say 'Giver?" Feels like he's trying to prove he's the better of two bangers but fell flat on his 'Sexcalibur' knife. As a Fubar fan, I feel ripped off. This film looks like it had at least ten million to work with, so hardly the little Indy Canadian that could. Meanwhile, Indigenous filmmakers in Canada continue to get robbed at fund points.
