
Hugo Marques
Hairstylist


In a quiet fishing village on northern France's Opal Coast, the birth of a peculiar child sparks a hidden war between extraterrestrial forces of good and evil.

Hugo Marques
Hairstylist

Hugo Vieira
Grip

Tanguy Delhez
Gaffer

Ricardo Giglio
Electrician

Oscar Kurkjian
Second Assistant Camera

Soraia Rego
First Assistant Camera

André Rosado
Digital Imaging Technician

Mario Soares
Gaffer

Lyna Khoudri
Line

Anamaria Vartolomei
Jane

Camille Cottin
La Reine

Fabrice Luchini
Belzébuth

Brandon Vlieghe
Jony

Julien Manier
Rudy

Bernard Pruvost
Van der Weyden

Philippe Jore
Carpentier

Annie Tardivon
Mère de Jony

Marie Vasez
Lou

Cédric Fortin
Roland Deroo

Annick Lefevre
Gisèle, mère de Rudy

Tony Devanne
Ami Rudy #1 éberlué

Giovanny Dupetit
Ami Rudy #2 (en larmes)

Giovanni Boutillier
Ami Rudy #3 (malin)

Olivier Delattaignant
Gros baigneur décapité

Bruno Darras
Gendarme #1

Gino Evrard
Gendarme #2
Brent Marchant
5/15/2025
When a film seeks to tackle such distinctive comedic forms as parody, satire or slapstick, the creators first need to make sure that what they’re hatching truly works. But, in the case of this latest offering from storied auteur Bruno Dumont, the mark is missed by a wide margin. This alleged take-off on classic space operas like the original “Star Wars” trilogy or “Spaceballs” (1987) simply doesn’t cut it, primarily because it just isn’t funny. Perhaps that’s due to the fact that the filmmaker doesn’t seem to be clear on the direction he wants the story to take or the tone with which it’s presented. In a nutshell, two alien species – the Ones (champions of good) and Zeroes (disciples of evil) – have been exiled to Earth (why and by whom is never made clear), where they’re battling one another to win over the control of humanity through their ground zero strongholds in a small French coastal fishing village. But, in telling this tale, Dumont’s paper-thin narrative meanders aimlessly, blending a bland mixture of lame humor (most of which falls positively flat), bombastic but innately shallow soliloquies on the nature of good and evil, unexplained Monty Python-esque absurdist imagery, and gratuitous sexual encounters that appear to be thrown in for little more than titillating filler. To its credit, the picture effectively employs some truly impressive special effects, an eclectic background score based largely on reworked neo-classical arrangements of the compositions of J.S. Bach and Henry Purcell, and a production design that incorporates set designs drawn from Gothic and Renaissance European architecture. It also features a wealth of stunningly gorgeous cinematography, although a number of overlong shots (particularly many inexplicably filmed from too great a distance) could benefit from judicious pruning. So what exactly is the director going for here? Damned if I know. If it’s satire, its symbology is seriously undercooked. If it’s a campy romp, it’s too understated. If it’s screwball comedy, the pacing is too sluggish. And if it’s insightful social commentary, it’s too superficial and doesn’t take itself seriously enough. In essence, “The Empire” may offer some segments that are nice to look at, but that’s about all, considering that the bulk of this release, in the end, really has nothing interesting, meaningful or piquant to say.