The best part of this film has to be the moments when people ask of the genre a band named “Impaled Rektum” would do. If anyone had asked me prior to watching the film, I would have had no idea. To be completely honest, I don’t think I would have even be remotely interested in the genre of “Symphonic post-apocalyptic reindeer grinding christ abusing extreme war pagan Fennoscandian metal.” One thing this film has taught me however, is that when given the effort, even death metal could be used funny at times.
As most movies that belongs in the music-genre begins, the film starts off with a misfit riding down town to join a group of other misfits at a basement to seal covers of other metal bands. While the word misfits has become too ironic after Bohemian Rhapsody, and they were no where like Queen in any way except for the long hairstyles, it is really the only word that I can think of for the group of metal heads in a small town in Norway. While I’m not much of a singer myself, it wasn’t very difficult to know that the lead singer had talent, but they’ve only been performing for themselves in the basement and never for a proper crowd. They dream of becoming a band with a song of their own, and after a lot of happenings such as a stuck reindeer in the grinder and a certain promoted being showered with reindeer blood, they are finally able to produce a song and has a shot in making it to the big leagues. However, as it is the case with almost anyone who has to take that leap of faith and hope for the best in their pursuit of happiness, the reality was a lot harder than they had initially thought.
I think the message this film was trying to get across to the audience wasn’t only that heavy metal can be funny and tolerable, it was actually that the journey to happiness is actually a steep and almost an impossible journey. However, through determination and conviction that the job is really what you’re looking for, and if you’re lucky, just miraculously lucky enough to survive a cliff jump from about 15 stories high, then you may just make it. Oh the irony.