Georges Franju’s 1949 slaughterhouse documentary. Perhaps even better than EYES WITHOUT A FACE, regrettably the only other Franju I’ve been able to see. I grew up on somewhat of a farm so I wasn’t shocked at all by the butchery, merely impressed by its scope and surreality. (Actually if memory serves, after my first screening of this film I felt rather peckish.) I was rather more disturbed by the glimpse into the degradation and destruction of human lives the film provides. This is how I feel all the various establishing shots connect, showing the city resting on all that blood and bone. Not for the squeamish.