American Trash

Robert LaSardo not only delivered an exceptional performance but as a storyteller, he knocked it out the park! They don't make movies like this anymore and the tragic story he has written resonates on a very deep level. This is a love story and delves deep into humanity, our environment and the psychology of ptsd. The cast did a great job supporting this story and the production value is very high considering the low budget this film had. The score is haunting and brings you back to a time long ago. If you haven't seen this film you should, it's an emotional ride that will leave you stunned. I adored this film and I highly recommend it!

If you want a film that is bathed in placid security and of a humble platter of warm milk and cookies, then this ain't it. But, if you want a film that is a full blast to your senses, "American Trash" is it.

From that first roll of moving image and a quote by someone the world thinks they know, but, only in works of slavishly chic venerated villainy; "American Trash" begins. A word said, a phrase spoken; something that sets off a spark in the human mind of past, of present, of future's visualization.

Cave of contemplation was where a man and woman met. For what some see through the eyes of the bourgeoisie as being evil, others contend with the complex sanctity of what is sacred. A duo of souls finding commonality in a way of spirit is at the heart of this film.

He is Milles. She is Melissa.

Milles is a man haunted and daunted by all which his past have shackled him to, as being a veteran clasped in the grips of PTSD. Melissa is a woman of independent heart and optimistic overture. This is their story. Their life together is good. In fact, there happens to be a delightful act of domesticity that this couple have within their world together. Melissa doing something as over-lookable as watering plants is truly a sweet touch. Milles truly appreciates her to his core and for his care. Melissa is the embodiment of a revival to Milles' dormant heart.

Melissa is played by Lorelei Linklater, who brings an effervescent ray of exuberance into the dimness of the lead character's existence.

She is fulfillment of the void of vanishing nightmares that have transformed into dreams of possibilities of their future moments of being together. She is a breath of clean air in an existence of a chaotic and environmentally corroded society around them.

Boom! Without fanfare - Melissa is no more. Milles' physical manifestation of loss is devastating to watch. Heartbreak and heartache overwhelms him. With the captivating eye and vision of Robert LaSardo at the helm of this film, he takes the viewer on a journey of devastation.

"American Trash" deftly explores the dimensions of loss.

Loss of love. Loss of security. Loss of faith. Loss of hope. Loss of sanity.

A fact of reality brings a man that anyone would think is strong beyond measure to his knees, comes when Melissa's sister, Mandy (played by Gigi Gustin) and Milles meet for the first time. The location and circumstance of their connecting truly are like a sledgehammer to the base of his spine, taking him off balance.

In a scene with Melissa's parents, that arctic backhand of being discarded from the life Milles had crafted with Melissa becomes as stark as the words spoken and attitude aimed at him.

Without dulcet Melissa, this man who had climbed out from the well of hellish history suddenly was on the precipice of falling back down into that dark abyss.

He was who she needed and she was who he needed. As for anyone from the outside of their relationship knowing what they truly found in one another was insignificant. Melissa and Milles found each other, by bond of a crystallization of a pureness of humanity; no matter what outsiders may have thought of them. Happiness, indeed; or just a span of time bringing tranquility to a pair of lonely hearts was what was revealed to each of them.

There is a calming narrative that both sisters have upon the life of Milles, as that element of respect for things beyond man-made edifices brings home an underlying message of the will of the existence of the outdoors. It's something which both Melissa and Mandy have imparted to the life of this war-weary veteran of bruised nerves and frustrated lack of recognition.

In a world where a person thinks they can go at it alone; there is always a need for a tribe, or some sort of semblance of a familial frequency. You know, a smattering of souls that vibe on a coordinated wavelength. It can be those whom we as human beings may think we are opposite of; yet, in the fiber of our self have that certain actualization of knowing we are not as different as society may think they cleave us into different silos of acceptability.

For the forgotten man, Milles - Melissa is the angel of destiny. Even from that tender touch of Melissa's hand onto Milles' cheek at the cave where first met, the die was cast. For both, there was no turning back on their journey as one.

Surveillance of cameras, but lack of sight in seeing the person standing right before you is the way it is. Hearts and prayers. Prayers and hearts. It's the mumbo-jumbo of bureaucracy that envelope layers of this society. Milles is a particulate of dust, ignored and eviscerated beneath the bureaucratic radar.

"American Trash" is an anthem for the forgotten man. Forgotten of hope, society, care, history, respect, humanity, wisdom, service. Yet, when the character of Detective Anderson (played by Costas Mandylor) says the quartet of following words to Milles: "I appreciate your service"; that look on Robert LaSardo's face is that of a man thinking if one truly appreciated their military service to this country, they would be of service to him in his time of needing information on the snuffing out of a gentle soul.

There is that moment that comes in "American Trash", which seals Milles' fate. Hate blinds. Love visualizes.

American Trash is a powerful parable that doesn't preach, but only unveils the varied stages of hypocrisy which lie just beneath the surface of society pretending to be one thing; but in actuality being cradled in capes of callousness.

When a man has nothing...to lose...to gain - be it love, be it pain; fate is a decision he controls without waiver or weakened thought. Milles makes his, as this tale culminates in the nest of serenity he shared with a hopeful Melissa.

Milles' only true friend is a man of Chakra healing named Tai (portrayed by Rich R. Rendon), whom has a mellow effect on the lead character due to his shared combat history and philosophic balance. As both men understand one another on a different plateau of relating to how the other reacts or feels to any situation faced; there is no judgment transferred between them.

Psychedelic angel in the form of Charles, played with sobering effect by Mark Thompson sits with Milles as he awaits those grains of sand wind down in the hourglass.

In the film's final scene, there is a sense of homecoming to a peace that could only be absorbed by a soul whose known the thorns of sacrifice and tribulations by being the bastardized outcast in the path of disillusionment, discord and disregard. Robert LaSardo's character of Milles in "American Trash" is that discarded man who is ignored by society, and yet needed as the punching bag and fodder for all that is seen as being not worthy of the respect allotted by the mythology of security, sanity, and all which is considered upright.

As the credits roll, it is wonderful to see Robert LaSardo's dedication to another great actor, Tom Sizemore; in one of his last performances as Detective Kelly.

"American Trash" is a film that will stick in the memory of anyone who is fortunate enough to heed the message it delivers. I am looking forward to seeing what's next from the artistic acting and directing chops of the phenomenal Robert LaSardo.

Produced by actor-director LaSardo, Josh Webber and Diana Carter, this film is of high caliber and quality of message and pace. With original score by Anthony Espina and music by Paul Watkins and Brooks Poston, there are elements of folk and contemporary atmospherics.

Iconography of this film cannot be underrated, as it elevates the beauty of all which the natural world has to offer. Shots of the horizon celebrating the Pacific Ocean are one of the great aspects of "American Trash", from the footage of nature's vastness and revealing grace for the eye to behold. Director of photography Mike Le has done some wonderful work on this film.

Running a little under two hours, "American Trash" is a satisfying sojourn through the characters and scenic vistas of Los Angeles, Venice and Malibu.

Message of morning's mourn to Mother Earth! Tempered and tender! Provocative and poignant! Ballsy and brash! This is Robert LaSardo's "American Trash".

We are all connected, every one of us - and this film shows us that throughout the story. Grief and stress change us from the inside out, and in American Trash we see this with Milles and grow to understand his psyche and the massive love hidden deep down inside, especially for Melissa.

So much of life is out of our control, but love wins. We make choices every day and these choices shape our lives and the lives of our loved ones. Both fear and love battle it out in this story and the moments captured are deep and true.

Robert, keep directing and writing. It was an honor being a part of this film.

The story involves a veteran with ptsd that has been trying to cope since his time in service, he meets a girl which quickly becomes what he feels is his other half, a tragic incident happens to her leaving the man in a peril state.

Robert LaSardo takes a different path in a more dramatic approach showing his character is going through more than what is met. The environment is very well shot heightening the mood and setting for the characters, very well shot camera work and cinematography. The cast is well placed for such a dire situation when it primarily focus on one character.

Robert's character goes through various feelings such as connecting,spirituality, seeking an inner sanctum of self salvation, carrying a burden and not when or how to rid of it even when you try to get the right support.

It can also teach us that even a consequence needs to be paid rather than learning to accept and improve on self character. Sometimes a painters self aggression needs to use the brush and paint his reflection in a different perspective, in a different form. Fans of Robert LaSardo's work will see a deeper side of his character and notice that everyone can become their worst enemy, everyone can become the monster they didn't know could be, everyone can repent and find the light of solitude.

It is worth watching to feel and to exercise the meaning of "righteousness " this feeling I would call a two sided shade of grey that anyone can relate to.

This film is RAW man! Wasn't expecting this to be this engaging! The performances were actually on point and the plot kept you going! The film in general gives you a weird vibe, and leaves you feeling for the lead who gave an incredible performance. At times I felt I wasn't actually watching a movie, but actually living an experience! Very few independent films I feel give me that vibe now-a-days, especially no Hollywood blockbuster! The music was very powerful and just heartbreaking at times! The scene in front of the tree tore me up man! The films crew did a great job to with the editing, sound and scouting locations! They captured Venice very well! Highly recommend!