I love Lash LaRue. Lash represents the kind of hard-scrabble, make-it-happen, crazier-than-fiction Hollywood story that people working today can only dream of in envy. He was the quintessential 'working actor,' the kind of guy you'd see daily at Cowboy Gulch outside Sunset Gower Studios; he simply couldn't have existed in any other time, in any other place. And that's what's at the heart of our film, LASH! By the end of his career, Lash was a runner whom the race outran, he was a man out of time that didn't fit with the shoestring industry slowly rising to prominence, and didn't recognize it when it came knocking. Gone were the days of Zucker and Selznick, and in their place were barrel-scrapers like Phil Smoot, who saw fit to squeeze what blood was left from Lash's stones and shoehorn him into a pair of abysmal genre flicks before his untimely passing. What resulted, what we wanted to celebrate with LASH!, was a man of another era who hadn't realized time moved faster than his whip.