Here’s the type of indie production where the characters have the same names as the performers. In the case of this South African production it’s three irritating club-level stand-up comedians, who we watch abandon what few responsibilities they have to attend a festival.
It mostly rambles along at sub-Jarmusch/Spike Lee levels, but is guilty of plagiarising the little book of relationship screenwriting clichés. We don’t even get to see them being funny. Like Bunny Chow, a local takeaway dish of mashed curry in a loaf of bread, it’s a short-film idea that’s been over-filled with self-indulgence, and its content requires a good filleting.