A funny thing happens on the way to the Rockaways. It's a long bicycle ride to an obscure beach at Fort Tilden from Williamsburg, Brooklyn, but it's worth the time spent with these two knuckleheads, as they set off with the promise of an afternoon rolling on Molly with cute boys at the beach in their sights.

In the pantheon of sexually charged coming-of-age comedies, the key to success is laughs, some good bedroom set pieces, a charming love interest, and a compatriot for confiding purposes. Premature hits all the bases, but doesn’t knock it out of the park.

Welcome to South by Southwest Film, where the lines are a mess and your planning won't matter. Do you race across town for another show, or start lining up now for your evening pick? For the duration of the Fest, we're posting a few trailers for each day's films to help you make (or, you know, complicate) some of those tough scheduling decisions.

Knowing I was heading into a clusterfuck, I arrived for my first Tuesday night showcase 45 minutes early and was still unable to get close to this explosive L.A. quartet. The venue, a converted, three-bay automotive garage, was far too small for the much-buzzed-about Vintage Trouble.

Although he never scored the mainstream crossover hit that would’ve made him a household name, Dallas soul survivor Bobby Patterson’s Sixties and Seventies releases are some of the era’s smartest and funkiest R&B.

Austin’s Voxtrot was an unnecessary casualty of the hype machine wars of the mid-2000s, the unique-pageviews arms race that left music blogs racing to either champion or clip indie bands at the knees. Despite three acclaimed EPs, the group’s proper self-titled debut in 2007 tanked on Pitchfork and public interest followed suit.

Syd Arthur’s truncated Tuesday night set vividly illustrated just about everything that can go wrong when showcasing bands get shoehorned into non-music venues. Despite its air of puffed-up velvet rope-ism, Haven didn’t even afford Tuesday’s patrons the actual luxury of air conditioning.

Here’s an idea: Have a drummer. Sure, most bands have someone who can keep time and that’s cool. Really, though, you’re much better served by having someone just beating the ever loving tar out of his (or her) kit, because that might be the difference between coming off as pretty good and exceptional.

After writing extensively about his attempts to bring high-quality digital music to the masses in his 2012 autobiography, Waging Heavy Peace, Neil Young’s PonoMusic is slowly moving toward fruition. Tuesday’s interview with USA Today’s Mike Snider was part rant and part sales pitch.