Repo! The Genetic Opera

Falling somewhere between Rocky Horror, Moulin Rouge! and Eyes Without A Face (with songs!), Repo! The Genetic Opera is the filmic equivalent of what architects call a 'folly'.

As it has evolved from a 10-minute cabaret piece, through a short film Bousman made in Toronto, to the big screen, Repo! The Genetic Opera has gained in both guts and gusto.

David Cronenberg might have made a great movie with the plot to Repo! The Genetic Opera.

It's not often you come across a film as unique as this, and while my taste for liver, lights, and sweetbreads isn't what it once was, this is still a fine post-Halloween aperitif, with guts to spare.

All-out thriller with few Bond touches but plenty of high-octane action.

True cult films should be transgressive, edgy, and rebellious. This one feels engineered and intentional, not genuinely obscure but trying to achieve a commercially viable obscurity that instead feels artificial.

Essentially, it's a brave, bold and brash piece of film-making that deserves to find a cult home on DVD.

What I love most about Repo! is how fun the music is. While not everyone is a trained singer, they all bring an electric energy to the performances.

I'm at a loss to say whether any of this is good or bad, and whether "good and bad" are meaningful words in the first place.