I do not easily rate a movie at 10. It is not even the cast. Their excellent play does contribute to the overall creation. But what matters most is the atmosphere of the film and its incredible density, held by a persistent though unidentifiable tension. Nothing is granted, reality least of all. It is a kind of allegory of a crumbling world ... in an improbable setting. Probably to be followed by a rebirth, as hopeless. It is also pure cynical aesthetics. Enki Bilal is a painter and an outstanding comic books author, and his very personal aesthetics pervades all his works. I cannot compare this film to anything else I have seen, but it is my favorite movie.
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