Two Russians push the wrong button on a strange device and end up on the telepathic planet Pluke with its strange societal norms.
One winter evening, a Russian foreman named Vladimir and a Georgian student named Gedevan meet a strange man at the street, who claims to be stranded on Earth away from his home planet and shows them a teleportation device. Not knowing the odds, Vladimir and Gedevan press a random button on the device and end up on the planet named Pluke, where the advanced technology coexists with deserted wastelands, rusty exterior, tyrannical government and a rigid caste system. Now the two will have to get back home, getting acquainted with local customs and culture on their way.—Ajoura
Kin-Dza-Dza is something like an "advanced cyberpunk film". It's a lot about people and social structures which on the planet of "Pluke" of course have many parallels to our society. It's a very funny movie, but it's also a melancholic movie with great philosophical sense.—Anonymous
Two Humans, "Uncle Vova" and "The Fiddler" accidentally find themselves on another planet after pushing the wrong button on the strange device in the hand of an odd hobo, claiming to be an alien. Planet "Pluke" in the galaxy "Kin-Dza-Dza" looks like a desert. All "aliens" look human, and can understand Russian, after reading uncle Vova's mind. Their own language is mostly telepathic and is limited to 11 words - 10 plus "koo" - all other words. The whole paradox of Pluke is that their civilization is much more advanced than ours in time and space traveling, weaponry and so on, but totally barbarian in the social way. There is a special (and only) way to identify two groups of creatures by pointing a little device on the person, orange light - "Chatlanian" (superior), green - "Patsak" (lower class). The most valued things on the planet are matches (or, rather, the chemicals ordinarily used on Earth for match heads). One match head equals to 2200 "chatles". Uncle Vova and Gedevan "the Fiddler" Alexidze, have a long and dangerous journey in order to get home...—Dmitri Zdorov <[email protected]>
