Lord of the Flies is a translation of the name of the ancient deity Baal Zebub, more familiar to us as Beelzebub. I don’t know who is the director of this movie but it’s obvious that the script for what has already happened, is happening, and about to happen is based on William Golding’s debut novel. The uninhabited island he described is called Russia, but it could just as easily be Iran or North Korea. The children, who were stranded on it, accurately depict its developmentally stuck, archaic society. It has its own Jack, its own church-authoritarian, aggressive, depersonalized and terrified by its illusory “Beast”, tribe. It has its civilized and persecuted by the tribe, Ralph and its own, innocently killed, Simon and Piggy. The island, finally, will be engulfed in fire and long-awaited savior adult will set foot on it - a British officer who has been watching everything for a long time, naively hoping that all this obscurantism will somehow naturally evolve into a “coral island” with oil, caviar and ballet. But the main character here, as in the book, is the Lord of the Flies. Invisibly, but thoroughly settled in trenches, offices, studios, churches, corridors, museums, offices, restaurants and apartments...
