I just sneezed my face off! Must have been faulty clips.
Repo! The Genetic Opera (2008) is, to take the easy route, a dystopian tale of capitalism gone mad, of a legal system built of iron unleavened by justice, a contractual enforcement system entirely private and unconstrained by notions of humanity, and a medical profession entirely dedicated to blind profit.
Rotti Largo runs this society from his position as founder and President of GeneCo, the company that can cure almost every ill, transplant every organ – for a price. For just a few convenient, monthly payments, you can buy life extension.
But repossession is a bitch.
But this is not a honeyed life fro Largo, and it’s not just the foul clutch of offspring he’s raised. Years ago he fell in love with the pregnant wife of one of his medical researchers, Nathan Wallace. Thwarted, he arranged for her death through the unwitting agency of Wallace, and, post-mortem, Wallace is transferred from research to … Repossession.
But the daughter, Shilo, was saved even as her mother lay dying, and stricken by a genetic disorder of her own. Restricted to her home for near twenty years, society’s swift degradation under the predation of Largo is a story, a fable for her – a fable of a terrifying nature, as new medicines are derived from the rotting corpses underlying the streets, and the Repo men seem to be everywhere. Yet, she yearns to join society, much to Nathan’s dismay.
And now Largo himself is fatally ill.
And it’s all done as an opera.
It’s wild, crazy, and depressing. If violence or gore is a bugaboo for you, avoid, avoid. But for a mockery of the holy book of capitalism and private actions, all sung with gusto, this may be the place for you.
