If you want to watch an entire movie about a bunch of whackos, this documentary is for you. The movie chronicles the birth of the Air Guitar National Championships in the U.S., which was either in 2002 or 2003. I'm not going to go look it up. I don't care that much.

The two main crazy people at the center of the film are David Jung, whose stage name is C-Diddy, and who wins the East Coast Air Guitar Championship. The second crazy guy is Dan Crane, who goes by the stage name Bjorn Turoque, and who finishes second to C-Diddy, but then follows him to the West Coast Championships. I won't give away the rest of the plot, but C-Diddy goes to the World Championships in Finland and Bjorn follows him there too. Finland is where they've been holding the World Championships since 1996 and the world competitors are a whole lot more bat shit crazy than the two Americans.

The basic conflict between C-Diddy and Bjorn, if you can really call it a conflict since their god damn instruments are invisible, is that C-Diddy is more of a consummate stage performer while Bjorn is more of a technician, or as he likes to insist, a true air guitarist. What do these distinctions really mean? I haven't a fucking clue.

"Air Guitar Nation" is like going to the insane asylum on a field trip and watching a riot break out. It's like laughing at a quadraplegic as he and his wheelchair go rolling down and embankment. "Air Guitar Nation" turns being a loser into a source of pride. It's pathetic, not funny.