Leningrad Cowboys Go America: it’s the journey, not the destination. That defines Aki Kaurismäki’s film well. It doesn’t have much of a story, but it’s entertaining moment-to-moment; it chronicles the journey of a Siberian folk band as it makes do as an American Rock-n-roll band travelling in the US. And if a “Siberian folk band” was not strange enough, their appearance (giant hair-dos, extremely pointy shoes, large fur overcoats on top of their black suits) is even more so. The extremely absurd story and characters are matched by the equally extreme deadpan tone. The music selection, crucial for a film about a touring band, is diverse and interesting. Matti Pellonpää, who plays the abusive and ruthless manager, is quietly a riot; Kari Väänänen, as a badly-equipped groupie, is fun; as usual, the performances are in an unusual key, which requires some getting used to. Editor Raija Talvio doesn’t waste any time, quickly moving from one episode to the next, with amusing chapter titles.