ACH DU SCHEISSE!

HOLY SHIT!

By Lukas RINKER

DROP-OUT CINEMA - as DISTR

Horror - Completed 2022

Architect FRANK awakens bloodily trapped inside a porta potty. To survive the impending demolition blast and rescue his girlfriend from mayor HORSTS’ sleazy grasp, Frank needs to puzzle himself out of the blue plastic coffin and solve a horrible crime!

Festivals
& Awards

Hard:Line International Film Festival 2022
Publikumspreis
Lichter Filmfest Frankfurt International 2022
Official Selection
BRUSSELS INTERNATIONAL FANTASTIC FILM FESTIVAL 2022
Official Selection
Fantaspoa 2022
Honorable Mention for the Best Blood (and Shit) Bath
Night Visions Film Festival 2022
Official Selection
Neuchâtel International Fantastic Film Festival 2022
Official Selection
Frightfest 2022
Official Selection
Grossmann Fantastic Film and Wine Festival 2022
Official Selection
    • Year of production
    • 2022
    • Genres
    • Horror, Thriller, Black comedy
    • Countries
    • GERMANY
    • Languages
    • GERMAN
    • Duration
    • 90 mn
    • Director(s)
    • Lukas RINKER
    • Writer(s)
    • Lukas RINKER
    • Producer(s)
    • Jakob ZAPF (NEOPOL FILM), Tonio KELLNER (NEOPOL FILM), Andrea SIMML (NEOPOL FILM)
    • Synopsis
    • Outch, my head! FRANK awakens from unconsciousness. - Where am I? 
Brass music is playing - his surroundings tinted blue. He is trapped inside a porta potty - a portable toilet. His forearm is bloodily speared by a metal rod that pierced the wall of the toilet stall. Arg! No way out.
Through a hole in the plastic wall he can make out his position. The porta potty must have fallen into an excarvation pit – and what’s worse: everything is wired with dynamite-charges!
Frank recalls: These old walls will be torn down shortly – by demolition blasting. Shit!
What time is it? Why does no one come to rescue architect Frank?
Incoming angry calls from his love Mary are now the least of his problems – the phone is out of reach anyway – at the very bottom of the porta potty -tank – *gulp* Disgusting!
Even mayor HORST – potbellied project-head of the planned luxurious resort - seems not to miss Frank as his voice sounds loudly from the speakers of the distant ongoing groundbreaking- ceremony. In just one hour there will be a big bang, dear friends. More beer!! Cheers!
But what is this? In the pit, right next to his porta potty -coffin, Frank spots a shackled woman! - Its the lady from the environmental agency! Didn’t she want to prevent the blasting by court order? Something is very wrong. Now there are two lifes in danger!
During blood’n’sweat-inducing attempts to free himself, Frank puts together hazy fragments of memory. Soon - incriminating documents from a mysterious briefcase give horrible criminal sense to his life-threatening situation: Was he put here? Was Frank too nosy and is someone trying to get rid of him? Time races while Franks arm is bleeding out. Eventually he can catch attention of his good friend and demolition expert Bob. When Bob and Horst drive to his rescue and reach the pit, Frank is relieved.
BUT his bad feeling turns into shockingly-shitty reality – as Horst throws Bob down the pit - and he also snatches the remote-blasting-device from the Jamaicans’ broken arms!
That coldblooded cut-throat! I trusted you!
Its over. Frank gives up – when Horst now remotely detonates a small dynamite charge and rips Bob to shreds. Cheers! If he just hadn’t been so naive. The sleazy mayor even flirts with Mary - Franks pregnant girlfriend – and Frank must listen to it all via the speakers.
This is his punishment - he doesn’t deserve this great woman anyway.
Well, 5 minutes from now - Frank mustn’t worry no more.
OR can he man up? Will Frank gather all his strength and witts - thread his forearm through its hardcore-hot-wire-entrapment? Will he stop the blasting, save the girl and put Horst in jail? Won’t be a cakewalk for sure.
The solution to his situation lies way below the leaking porta potty -tank ...
What a shitty day!