Could have have been a masterpiece but unfortunately very formulaic

There’s something about French sci-fi that makes even a slightly formulaic buddy-cop plot feel like it showed up wearing a better coat than everybody else. Dog 51 may follow some familiar beats, but it’s still a slick, moody, very enjoyable ride: part mystery, part romance, part “oh great, this future looks way too possible.” The divided Paris of “zones” feels less like wild fantasy and more like a warning label, with echoes of today’s border politics and an especially uncomfortable Israel-Gaza vibe, while the glimpses of grimy, desperate life in Zone 3 give the movie real texture beyond the central whodunit. The male lead gets extra points for looking like an actual worn-down human instead of a shampoo-commercial action hero, and he’s all the better for it; meanwhile, I’d never seen the female lead before, and even if some viewers think her range runs on one facial setting, I thought she was terrific here—tough, vulnerable, and believable enough to sell both the case and the chemistry. In the end, this is less a bang-bang future-cop movie than a smart, melancholy detective story that sneaks in a love story and leaves you wondering how long before we all get our own ALMA judging us from the cloud.

Ça aurait pu être un 10 sur 10 malheureusement ça ne sera qu'un 7 sur 10 l'histoire du livre n'est pas respectée à la lettre, ce que je comprends complètement, mais à ce point là ? Le plot twist facile et déjà vu dommage. Les images sont belles, heureusement. J'aurais pu avoir une master class, ce n'est pas le cas mais je suis quand même content de l'avoir vu.