Repo! The Genetic Opera

Synopsis: In the year 2056 - the not so distant future - an epidemic of organ failures devastates the planet. Out of the tragedy, a savior emerges: GeneCo, a biotech company that offers organ transplants, for a price. Those who miss their payments are scheduled for repossession and hunted by villainous Repo Men. In a world where surgery addicts are hooked on painkilling drugs and murder is sanctioned by law, a sheltered young girl searches for the cure to her own rare disease as well as information about her family's mysterious history. After being sucked into the haunting world of GeneCo, she is unable to turn back, as all of her questions will be answered at the wildly anticipated spectacular event: The Genetic Opera.
Director(s): Darren Lynn Bousman
Production: Lionsgate Films
  3 wins & 1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
98 min



Out from the night,

from the mist, steps the figure.

No one really knows his name for sure.

He stands at 6'6" head and shoulders.

Pray he never comes

knocking at your door.

Say that you once bought a heart

or new corneas,

but somehow never managed

to square away your debts?

He won't bother to write or to phone you.

He'll just rip the still-beating heart

from your chest!



- Repo

- Hey, come on. Quick.


Now, you could run.

You could hide. You could try to.

But he always has a way of finding you.

He will come at your weakest hour,

when no one is around

who might rescue you.

Repo man

And none of us are free

from this horror,

for many years ago, we all fell in debt.

New body parts were needed

to perfect our image,

and until our debts are clear,

we will live in fear of the...

Repo man

Vote no on Prop 598

and keep repossessions legal.

If companies like GeneCo

couldn't repossess organs...

Vote no on Prop 598.

Tune in to tonight's Genetic Opera

to witness Mag's farewell performance.

...Genetic Opera

to witness Mag's farewell...

What is this?

You disgust me.

I'm sorry, Mr. Largo.

I'm afraid... I'm afraid it's terminal.

You don't have much time.

It's spreading rapidly.

Things you see

In a graveyard

Things you see

In a graveyard

Maggots. Vermin.

You want the world for nothing.

Commence your groveling.

Rotti, your king, is dying.

Even Rotti Largo cannot

prevent this passing.

Who will inherit GeneCo?

I'll keep those vultures guessing.

Things you see

In a graveyard

I'll keep those vultures guessing.

Things you see

In a graveyard

I'll keep those vultures guessing.

Guessing, guessing, guessing.

This will be quick

It's in my sight

I'll capture it

Then run back inside

And be back home in time


Has crippled the globe

Enjou GeneCo's dau and nighttime

formulas of Zudrate.

Nature failed as technology spread

Ask a gentern if Zudrate is right for uou.

And in this wake, a market erected

Buuing Zudrate

from an unlicensed source is illegal.

An entire city

Built on top of the dead

And you can finance

Your bones

And your kidneys

For every market a submarket grows


But best you be punctual

With making your payments

Lest it be you on the concrete below

It's quick

It's clean

It's pure

It could change your life

Rest assured

It's the 21st century cure

And it's my job

To steal and rob


No! Please, please, stop!


Grave robbers on 7 I

Oh, no! No...

Lockdownl Lockdownl

Grave robbers on...

Oh, no!

No, no, no, no!

It's locked!

This way, kid.

Wait! You're going to get us caught!

Wait! Wait!


So why care for these

petty obsessions?

Your designer heart still

beats with common blood

And what if you could

have genetic perfection?

Would you change

who you are if you could?

'Cause it's quick

It's clean

And it's pure

No. I shouldn't be here.

It could change your life

Rest assured

I have got to get home.

It's the 21st century


This cannot be happening

And it's my job

To steal and rob

- Graves!

- No, no, no, please!

Grave robbers will be executed on sight.


Let them go.

I didn't know. Please.


I can't read.

I didn't know.

Blood pressure warning.

Medicate immediatelu.

- Dad.

- Hey

It was a close one


Too close

Dad, what happened?

You're gonna be all right

Now that's all that matters

Was I outside?

No, Shi

There were these bodies

You missed your medicine

And fell unconscious

- They were all dead.

- Nonsense.

Please be more cautious

You could go into shock

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