As an officiando of car crash cinema, I deliberately seek out the truly terrbile (so I can stick the boot in too!). No film of the modern era has generated quite such howling from critics as Australian singer Sia's misguided autistic triumph. Yet I can only call it as I S(ia) it. I actually kinda enjoyed it. It's badness is so wild it almost creates it's own universe but it's never dull for a second, and the main characters, particularly a fantastic nipple-popping Kate Hudson are actually really nice, well drawn and decent to spend time with and even it's daffy continual musical interludes often made me smile. Sesame Street on LSD.