This semi-ambitious, clumsy film has an infantile charm and unworldly warmth that to a large degree covers up familiar weaknesses like the uneven (to put it mildly) dialogue and acting. The best asset of 50/50 is Oddvar Bull Tuhus' direction, which has glimpses of poetic courage in it. And the photography is among the best of the decade in Norwegian productions, as we're taken on a tour of Norway with the aspiring rockers in Rocky Mountains. The plot certainly isn't free of trivialities and banalities, but it features certain discussions and thoughts on the history of rock and the values of life which at times border on insightful. And there are a few beautiful musical moments (not necessarily from a musical point of view) which elevate the film. In these segments, the otherwise mediocre performers seem at home and comfortable. Something which cannot be said of the extremely self-conscious acting of people like Vågan, Dybedahl and Holter. 50/50 is a pleasant document (better than many contemporary Wam/Vennerød productions) that can offer you a good time if you're willing to disregard its weaknesses.