Film

Rise and Fall of a Small Film Company

Name: Rise and Fall of a Small Film Company
Genre: TV Movie, Drama
Released: 1986
Cast: Jean-Pierre Mocky, Marie Valera, Jean-Pierre Léaud, Caroline Champetier, Anne Carrel

Workplace drama

A 1986 French comedy about the friction between a struggling producer and an ambitious director trying to mount a film. Jean-Pierre Mocky's sardonic eye finds dark humor in the vanity and desperation that drive the film industry, tracing how egos, ambition, and sexual politics corrode a fragile deal. It's a insider's game played by people who know the rules too well.

TMDb rating

3.1

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