Les lutteurs immobiles

Fernsehfilm
1988
58 Min.

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Füge eine Handlung in deiner Sprache hinzuThe consumer society is dead. Welcome to the preservation society! As of their first school year, children are taught to love objects, which most of them do. But not all citizens. To remedy ... Alles lesenThe consumer society is dead. Welcome to the preservation society! As of their first school year, children are taught to love objects, which most of them do. But not all citizens. To remedy the problem, The security forces crack down on vandals, bands of protesters and other icon... Alles lesenThe consumer society is dead. Welcome to the preservation society! As of their first school year, children are taught to love objects, which most of them do. But not all citizens. To remedy the problem, The security forces crack down on vandals, bands of protesters and other iconoclasts. And for greater efficiency the States uses the services of Kief, a mad scientist ... Alles lesen

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Could have been better but also worse

That's one of the too few films adapted from Serge Brussolo, the French Stephen King, a novelist specialized in terrific and unexpected tales in science fiction, crime, schemes. Novels absolutely outstanding to read and so hard to put on screen, at least faithfully...

There has already been another film made from one of his novels: LES EMMURES; I commented this film too. Back to this one, it's not badly made, and it could have been far worse. A good TV product. Anyway, I would never imagine such a scheme on the big screen. Destined to very narrow audiences, aired during the summer 1988, I am not surprised that no one has commented it. The work done here is corny but, I repeat, rather faithful to the novelist Brussolo's soul and spirit. Depressing story in the line of 1984, from Georges Orwell. A mastermind for Brussolo. A tale about hope for the future. Not for all audiences