Sometimes a film ends on such a jarring note that it can destroy any goodwill that has hitherto been amassed. Recounting the simple if predictable story of the eponymous fictional indie band's trundling rise and truculent demise, '1 2 3 4' coasts for the majority of its runtime on witty banter, likeable characters and the low-rent romance of sunlit practice rooms and underattended back room gigs. Short on character development and motivation but loaded with heart and understated ambition, the film is a perfectly acceptable diversion, depending on an audience's tolerance for skinny, bespectacled nerd-rock circa 1991. But the final ten minutes scupper all that has gone before: a wilfully oblique, gratingly pointless anticlimax that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.
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