In brief: Yes, this is indeed total nonsense, but awesome!
Some minor spoilers follow.
Righto, I'm watching a plague movie. Mmm, splatter!
Oh, no - this is Escape from New York, obviously.
No, wait - now I'm watching Aliens.
No, no, hang on - it's Beyond Thunderdome. Leathers and feathers all over the shop.
I don't care what you say - I'll put Scottish post-apocalyptic lunatics up against the post-apocalyptic lunatics of any other nation you care to name.
When you see a bloke with a big dangly punk face decoration and you think, "you're not living in a society where hanging a handle off your face is a good idea, mate", and later on you're proven to be exactly right? Nice.
Honestly, I could go a bit of long pig right now. Yum.
OK, I'm officially shutting down my Nitpicking Cortex now. What I just saw were special post-apocalypse trail bikes, which are completely inaudible until they're six feet behind you. And it turns out to take about three seconds to get a steam locomotive going. And it's been a generation since anybody around here saw a dentist, but they've all got great teeth. And nobody knows how to make a crystal radio any more. And spy satellites will only spot the occasional individual wandering around, even if giant open-air cannibal raves are happening every night.
OK, really stopping with the nitpicks now.
Craig Conway's deranged yelling skills were clearly wasted when he was a mere, short-lived, "Camper" in Dog Soldiers.
I often, while watching movies, say "there's something you don't see every day". It's great when someone on-screen says it too.
"Gift Shop" is hilarious.
Remember - when you hire Tim Curry, Brian Blessed or Malcolm McDowell, you get the beard for free!
I just saw a man get knocked out with a pheasant.
Since we all know fighter jets will still be functional after a thousand years of neglect, 25 years for a footballers' car is obviously no problem at all.
Good lord, now we're back to Mad Max again, except with a Frankie soundtrack. And there's a spiky Mark II Jag. And a black cab.
I'm surprised that this is the first time something exploded when it crashed. Oh, and there's the second time.
Ooh, that'll be the third.
Seven out of ten.