Synopsis: Two clans of snakes cohabit in the desert. Beautiful green serpents that live under the shelter of an oasis, protected and venerated by men and venomous snakes that survive in the sand, dust and heat, hunted and killed by the Tuaregs. Here is the story of Ajar, a young venomous serpent, laughed at by his peers because he still has not done his first molt and that of Eva, rebellious princess of the oasis who wants to escape an arranged marriage. These two will meet and fall in love. Alas, Eva will be kidnapped by the Tuaregs and Ajar, accompanied by his best friend, Pitt the Scorpion, will have to cross the ruthless Sahara to save Eva from the terrible fate awaiting her.
Director(s): Pierre Coré
  1 nomination.
86 min



Get ready. The storm will be over soon.

I don't feel good about this.

It's a lousy plan.

Okay, grab it.

- What's the matter with him?

- He's nervous.

Shh. Hey.

Hey, easy.

Whoa. Hey.


- Yeah!

- I'm all right!

Told you. We're not big enough.

Hang on.

- We did it.

- Yeah, 46th time's the charm.

Can't you just enjoy it for once?

Oh, so sweet of you.

There's two ways

we can handle this situation:

The cool one, or the uncool one.

Uh, c-c-cool way's good, right, ajar?

- Don't come any closer.

- Or what?

Don't answer that. It's a trick question.

Baby skin, baby sting.

Oh, not again.

I hate when this happens.

You guys really suit each other.

The big, bad bedwetters.

If you want this watermelon,

it'll be over my dead body.


And stay down!

George, why are you...?

- Go away!

- Hey!

- Move it!

- I was here first!

- So, girls, who's the man?

- Hide!

Come and get it. Any time, ladies.

All right, come on.

Come on. Kiddies, lighten up.

I brought some for everyone.

You're wimpy bedwetters

but we still like you.

Hey, guys, give our good friends here

ajar and Pitt their share.

Oh, no.

Leave them alone.

They're so little and cute.

I'm not little!

And we're not cute!

- Could have been worse.

- Oh, yeah? How?

They didn't beat us up this time.

I can't stand this anymore. I'm leaving.

Oh, yeah? Where are you gonna go?

You're kidding, right?

Oh, he's not kidding. Oh, boy.

Should I remind you

what happened to those who tried?

Or maybe bring you their skulls?

Green snakes, us, okay?

- We don't belong over there.

- We don't belong over here either.

Come on, we're losers.

No, no. Losers make fun of us.

- We don't have anyone but each other.

- No, no, don't do that.

- Wait. What is that?

- What?

Let me go!

You're hurting me! Let me go!

- Wow.

- Huh? You see? You see?

You can't get in

and you can't even get out.

Hey, you saw that, right?

You got that?

- Hello?

- Did you see that girl?

- We can't not go in there.

- Oh, boy.

She was afraid

to come out of the locker

she was as nervous

as she could be

You're hurting me!

Put me down!

I'm sorry to bother you, sir,

but she was heading towards the desert.

- Well, thank you, chief chief.

- No big deal.

This pretty green in the sand,

I can spot it from miles away.

Hey, don't you have an oasis to watch?

Yes, sir. I'll leave you with your family.

And sorry for the inconvenience.

How many times do I have to tell you?

It's dangerous over there.

What do you expect to find anyway?

What are you gonna do

if you come across a dustie, huh?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, go ahead, play deaf.

- Yeah, yeah.

Do you know

what those ugly snakes are like?

Beggars, thieves, liars!

They don't even wash, for Pete's sake!

No water. Hello?

I'm pretty sure they eat their own poop

and marry their children.

- Or maybe it's the other way around.

- Are you actually saying that?

Are you even aware of how lucky you are

to have been born here?

You've got everything.

- Security, a future.

- What future?

Sit around a stone all day

playing dead like you?

Okay, that's enough, young lady.

We're having the Spencers over for dinner.

You know, the ones

with the big south-facing stone.

I can't even imagine

what they paid for it.

Anyway, they're coming

with their son John-John.

- A really nice chap.

- What do you think?

That you can sell me

like it's the middle ages?

That's disgusting!

I can't stand this place anymore!

I feel sick!

I'm suffocating here!


Oh, my god, you're crying.

What happened?

Did you mess up your makeup?

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