“…symphonic post-apocalyptic reindeer-grinding Christ-abusing extreme war pagan Fennoscandian metal.”
As a musician and someone who generally just thinks the world of music, I found myself thoroughly invested as I was really enjoying every bit of this film. Perhaps, not for the faint-hearted—I can just imagine my mom gasping with her palm flat on her chest, uttering a “…a disgrace!” under her breath as she tries to wrap her head around how someone could possibly sing the way Turo does—the dark humor was really what made this film solid for me. I remember telling my friend how much this film resonated well with our sense of humor–those small gags that were utterly dumb yet landed well, a certain charm that was seemingly an acquired taste for, I guess, a lot of people. It was quite entertaining as well how the film shamelessly takes digs at the very core concept of its narrative: black metal. From the highly graphic projectile vomiting, to Pasi’s sad interjections and his eventual make-up and costume by the latter part of the film, Heavy Trip was some sort of parody that just made sense. I let out a lot of laughs throughout my viewing experience of the film, especially in the near end portions, when they were already close to fulfilling their dream of performing in the Norwegian Festival, Northern Damnation. Heck, they literally thought they went to hell and back just to get there. Their journey to superstardom was laced with so much humor, and yet, I felt so much need to empathize with the characters as they experienced their own fair shares of highs and lows, celebrations and griefs, and most of all, the friendship they built together as the adventures strengthened their brotherhood (it was even the whole ‘til death do us part shenanigans, with the three bringing Paul’s casket and deceased body with them to Norway… even on stage).
Have you ever met someone who is so distastefully weird, yet, that peculiarity in character is what makes them so worthy of keeping in your life? I’ve got quite a handful of friends like this, and I see it a lot in the main characters of the story: the legends of Impaled Rektum. Honestly, it could even be said that the film, perhaps, added a more human element to our general concept of heavy metal. At the core of it all, there was still heart and humble beginnings: these four people from a small town just finding their way home to where they could play and live out their greatest passion for music. All in all, Heavy Trip was perhaps one of my favorite films from Euro Film class, and it was just the perfect way for me to say goodbye to the course and to my last Communications elective ever. I will never forget such charming (in their own dark and special way) characters, and would actually go back to re-watch the film again if I had the chance.
And, don’t even get me started on how that one, single song they played throughout the whole film is still stuck in my head. Impaled in my brain, perhaps. And yet, I don’t really seem to mind.