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.
 
IMDB:
6.7
Metacritic:
32
Rotten Tomatoes:
35%
R
Year:
2008
98 min
$100,000
Website
2,012 Views


Zudrate.

Repo

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

Man

- Repo

- Hey, come on. Quick.

Man

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

Industrialization

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

No.

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

Graves!

No! Please, please, stop!

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!

Jackpot!

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

Cure!

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.

Gravesl

Let them go.

I didn't know. Please.

Hey!

I can't read.

I didn't know.

Blood pressure warning.

Medicate immediatelu.

- Dad.

- Hey

It was a close one

Dad.

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

But it was real, Dad

I am the doctor, and I'm your father

I didn't imagine this

Please, Shilo, drop it

Couldn't have fathomed this

Please, Shilo, stop it.

Dad, I could smell the dead.

You could have died! You...

You scare me to death!

A blood disease

That took your dear mother from us

Passed from her and into your veins

I'd be lost if I were to lose you

I will stop at nothing to keep you safe

I'll take my meds, Dad

Don't you worry

Just until I find a cure

Your mother, rest her soul

Would be so proud of you

Though you cannot see her

She is here with you

We will always be there for you

In your time of need

Shilo, you're the world to me

Shilo, take your medicine.

I'm

Infected

I'm infected

By your genetics

Shilo, I'm the doctor

Shilo, I'm your father.

Oh, Shilo, that was close.

Take your medicine

I'm infected

By your genetics

I'm infected

By your genetics

And I don't think that I can be fixed

No, I don't think that I can be fixed

Tell me why, oh, why

Are my genetics such a b*tch

It's this blood condition

Damn this blood condition

Mother, can you hear me?

Thanks for the disease

Now I am sequestered

Part of the collection

That's what is expected

when you are infected

That's what is expected

when you are infected

How much of it's genetics?

How much of it is fate?

How much of it depends

On the choices that we make

He says I have a right to

I also inherit his shame

Is heredity the culprit?

Can I stop it, or am I a slave?

I want to go outside

Outside

I want to go

Outside

Ladies and gentlemen

Signore, signori

Don't you dare touch your TV

Tonight's genetic opera

is the place to be

That's right, friends!

Where did our daughter go?

It's me she must escape

My burdens I can't erase

The mother I might have saved

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