My father was right. It didn’t matter how much I lied on my resume. My real C.V. was in my cells. Why should anyone invest all that money to train me when there are a thousand other applicants with far cleaner profiles.
Of course it’s illegal to discriminate; “Genoism” they call it. But no one takes the laws seriously. If you refuse to disclose, they can always take a sample from a doorhandle, or a handshake. Even the saliva off your application form. And if all else fails, a perfectly legal drug test can just as easily become an illegal peek at your future in the company.
This movie stands as one of the most prescient I’ve ever watched. It’s a shame that Nicols later works never matched it, and that this movie itself is somewhat forgotten.