If you haven’t seen Air Guitar Nation … and, let’s face it, you haven’t … you simply must see it at the first opportunity. The premise alone sold me. After all, how could a documentary about the World Air Guitar Championship, in—of all places—Oulu, Finland, not be funny? It couldn’t. I did not, however, expect to be enchanted by it or so easily able to see myself as an air guitar groupie. But I was and I can.