
Miss Golem (1973)
Overview
It is the 1920's. The good-looking hostess Věra demonstrates household robots to visitors of the Futurum exhibition. Young inventor Petr comes to her rescue when she tries to flee from two men wanting to take her away. Věra confesses that she has fled from home because her father, a factory owner, wanted to profitably marry her off. Petr is fascinated by the emancipated woman and shows her round his laboratory, where he plans to create a robot of his own - but one that would be far more advanced. Věra cuts herself on a broken test-tube and a drop of her blood gets in the solution. In the morning, they are taken aback to see Věra's double. This lucky chance has helped Petr create an artificial being, Miss Golem. She has a single motive for her actions: to take care of Věra and allow her to do only what is good for her.
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Additional Info
Budget | $0.00 |
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Revenue | $0.00 |
Original Language | cs |
Popularity | 0.177 |
Directed By
Jaroslav Balík
Crew
Julius Matula
Zdeněk Flídr
Dagmar Zelenková
Josef Nesvadba
Josef Nesvadba
Jaroslav Balík
Drahoslav Makovička
Adolf Hejzlar
Michal Hvozdák
Bohuslav Kulič
Miroslav Hrachovec
Vladimír Dvořák
Oldřich Halaza
Antonín Chloupek
Vladimír Ježek
Ladislav Winkelhöfer
Irena Nývltová
Zdena Šnajdarová
Zdena Vilímovská
Jiřina Drvotová
František Čížek
Václav Volk
Vlasta Matuchová
Jiřina Lukešová
Štěpánka Stříbrná
Roman Hloch
Josef Illík
Adolf Hejzlar
Miloš Stejskal
Gabriela Bašeová
Jaroslav Kučera
Antonín Suchánek
Jarmila Kovtanová
Jan Kuděla
Štěpán Koníček
Martha Elefteriadu
Tena Elefteriadu
Karel Cop
Jaroslav Balík
Josef Illík
Karel Mareš
TOP CAST

Jana Brejchová
Vera / Miss Golem

Jan Tříska
Petr

Martin Růžek
Karen

Josef Somr
Cheater

Antonie Hegerliková
Madame Gloche

Marie Rosůlková
Auntie

Luděk Munzar
Member of Board of Trade

Svatopluk Beneš
Secretary

Ota Sklenčka
Doyen of Board of Trade

Vladimír Hlavatý
Professor Vondrich
Richard Záhorský
Fára Board Member

Bohumil Šmída
Dr. Talpe

Tereza Brodská
Little girl at the wedding