The Infinite Laser Mushroom Experience

REPO: The Genetic Opera March 4, 2009

So, for those of you who are infected with a tragic disease we refer to as “weaksauce” around these parts, you may not have seen the greatest thing to come from alternative futures where massive organ failure claims almost as many victims as the organ-repossessing legalized assassins who lurk the streets at night since that time Laura went crazy in eighth grade with a scalpel and a slew of FCMs.  REPO is, for the most part, a traditional opera, except the parts where it totally kicks ass and features catchy pop-rock and metal undertones instead of the higher brow, “pretentious” classical music that prevails in most operas.  This is not to say that it doesn’t have it’s own moments of foreign languagey soprano goodness- it merely means that those are only moments, and for the rest, you get to sing about how zydrate comes in a little glass vial (a little glass vial?) *a little glass vial*.  Also, it’s important to remember that once you watch this movie, the songs will stay stuck in your head pretty much forever.  And I mean -forever-.  The cast is all actors of fair reputation in their various crafts, starring Alex Vega, the girl from Spy Kids, as Shilo, who is, as is of course natural in this situation, infected by her genetics (which are a bitch), Anthony Head as her father, Sarah Brightman as well, a world class soprano (a stretch, huh?), and Paris Hilton as a spoiled whore with an immensely rich and powerful father and a drug addiction (also a stretch).  The plot is interesting enough to hold focus while listening to your mind and notions about opera be assaulted by the catchy lyrics and colorful (if slightly blue) displays.  In the end, all you can really do is sit around and hope for REPO 2, which may actually occur.  Also, as far as artistic style goes, REPO can hang with most of the best of them- comic book style intro and narration for key plot points throughout, trendyish gothic leather and lots and lots of blood match the tone perfectly to the mood of the film, engrossing you into a splendid bloodbath romp lasting just long enough to blow your fucking mind.  But, why are you still reading this? If you haven’t seen it yet, go fucking watch it.  If not, go fucking watch it again, or zombie ninja clowns will come wearing brightly coloured pigeontrousers and devour your mushrooms.  And then what’re you going to do for fun?