Rosenmeyer and Conner are great foils, and Horsford, with her sweet tea and southernisms, nearly walks off with the movie.

Even those who find the script's contrivances absurd may deem it diverting enough, for a third-hand story of obsessive competition.

The characters at the black heart of this bleak comedy are consumed by their need for a rare record, but none of their passion translates to the audience.

Scott Smith’s rib-tickler "Chasing the Blues" centers its target of obsession on an ultra-rare and presumably cursed blues record. But again, it’s not about the music. It’s about the bonkers actions surrounding the prize.