Trailer Park Boys is a long-running, multiplatform Canadian sitcom that non-Canadians with a taste for bawdy comedy may know if they’ve let Netflix’s algorithm churn up deep catalogue cuts in the middle of the night. For everyone else, bemused but not entirely unamused with this latest product, the basic setup is that this film is a mockumentary supposedly being filmed by a Dutch crew, and starts out in a trailer park in Nova Scotia in the company of various eccentric working-class chaps, some of whom are ex-convicts.
In this feature-length offering, salty but sweet Bubbles (Mike Smith, also the film’s screenwriter) and his unfeasibly thick-lensed spectacles decides singing country songs for retirement-home residents isn’t enough of a career. With a bit of pluck, gumption and the power of montage, he soon assembles a beat combo he colourfully dubs Bubbles and the Shitrockers, a motley crew willing to go along with his passion for songs about whores, convicts and cats. Yes, cats – Bubbles is a passionate ailourophile, and at one point he and the band go on the road with a dozen pissed-off looking pusses aboard the tour bus, with litter boxes tucked in between the amps and beer crates.
