The Last Blast
At Spring 2003, a meeting was held in a street market in London. A collaboration between crusty old hippies,
cynical punks, hard core rebels and a general bunch of freaks and insurgents was always going to come with an interesting
product and finally it is nearly here. The objective was to get a unique project off the ground against all the odds - and somehow,
despite the normal movie system, we have succeeded. While Hollywood force feeds you phony packaging we believe in the old proverb
"You can't polish a turd" and so that's why we are so proud to present something that is authentic, tangible and has some real
and valid content. As you might remember in the old days of the Romans the gladiators came into the arena and greeted the emperor with
Ave, Caesar, morituri te salutant
(Hail Caesar, for those about to die, we salute you)
Now we changed this into:
Ave Universum, admitturi nulla excrementa te salutant
(Hail Universe, for those about to take no shyte, we salute you!)
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Based upon an idea that had been brewing for nearly thirty years, The Last Blast is the story of Hell - well at least the
story of a girl called "Hel". Helenka lives in a suburb of Berne, Switzerland, but she may as well be living on the edge of her
own nightmare. Her Mother is a hopeless junkie and lives with a lowlife dealer. Helenka's father has not been on the scene for
a long time and now lives somewhere in the Southwest of the United States. Many a time Helenka has wondered what it would be
like to escape from her life and join her father, but that has always proved to be an impossible pipedream.
Helenka is in trouble, and not with her Mother. Besides pissing off the local nazi's, whose get together she spoils
with a mixture of petrol, a lighter and load of rotting meat, nothing else seems to be going her way. School is about to kick her
out, not least because she found the Principle's poetry recital hilarious, her suspicions that her boyfriend is screwing her best
friend are about to come to fruition, and in general her world seems to be closing in rapidly. The moment of truth tragically
explodes when her Mother chases the dragon one too many times and Helenka finds herself with a bag full of drug money that can
finally pay for her escape to the States and a showdown with her Dad.
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Helenka arrives at her Dad's garage with nothing but her leather jacket, her old backpack and a pocket full of Swiss Franks.
Her Dad (Eddie) is devastated to hear that her Mother has died but after great deliberation decides to let his unexpected guest
ride with him on his motorbike on a crazy road trip. The road trip they embark upon is a blast from Tucson, through the searing
landscape of Arizona, Californa and North towards the Burning Man Festival in Nevada.
On the way father and daughter quickly realise just how different they are and the young girl has her own way to express her
thoughts in her own language. The dialogue is peppered with her own take on speech, including lines like "I recocknise what a
sleezy little shit you are". Helenka has been raised on a diet of hardcore punk, the toughest of realities and an attitude to suit,
while Eddie is still a hog-riding hippie and riding his bike keeps the spirit of the sixites alive. Helenka takes no prisoners and
that includes her father. Her mischevious and teasing character soon tests Eddie and his principles to the limit. On the trip they
are joined by an old friend of Eddie's, Grips, who proves to be the craziest of them all.
Helenka gets up to some wild antics that include giving a flock of hippies a wake up call at a Gram Parsons Convention at the
infamous Joshua Tree Inn, taking the stage at a talent night that the organisers will not forget in a hurry, messing with a couple
of Feds, defining the meaning of true respect and understanding at an ancient burial site, getting a taste of true desert life at a
horse ranch, surfing down a sanddune and making her way to the Burning Man Festival for her own "moment of clarity". Throw in the
Spirit of the Sixties a ghostly reminder of a by gone era that seems to follow Helenka, Eddie and Grips on their journey and you're
in for a hell of a ride.
Whether Helenka can survive the trip, or the trip, and the Spirit of the Sixties, can survive Helenka remains to be seen.
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The idea was simple to come up with something unique and not tainted by the usual Hollywood corny garbage that is thrown on
our screens and which stops us from thinking for ourselves. No bullshit, no superficiality and no crap packaging - that was the
template that we decided to work from and on thehardcore streets of London, the rough mountains of Switzerland, the raw North of
England, the shores of Scotland and the scorching bleakness of the South west of the USA that outline was designed and moulded.
As the Swiss say, The Last Blast contains "No Schissdräck" and instead tells a story that we always wanted to tell.
If Hollywood had got its grubby claws into this project the outcome would have been very, very different - glossy bullshit that
when you come out of the theatre leaves you with an empty void in your gut. The Last Blast promises and delivers much more - a
story worth knowing, a unique and guerrilla style of film making and an eclectic soundtrack that will blow you away.
There are no "stars" in this movie in the Hollywood sense but a collaboration of actors who along with the bikes, the scenery
and the story form a union that oozes rebellion, strength, free-thinking and a healthy sense of humour.
Watch the Last Blast, you won’t have seen anything like it before or anything like it again.
