Consisting of a series of 16mm single take shots filmed in the summer of 2010, Quality Control represents the careful labour of workers on the production line of a large-scale dry cleaning operation in Pritchard, Alabama.
এই ফিল্মটি এখন প্লে না করা হলেও অন্য 30টি অসাধারণ ফিল্ম MUBI তে দেখানো হচ্ছে। এখন কী দেখানো হচ্ছে তা জানতে এখন দেখানো হচ্ছে এ যান
I was bored, I was bored for long periods of time, then I wasn't so bored, and then boring stuff happened and I still wasn't bored. And I eventually realised that director Everson had mesmerised me, he'd hooked me in with nothing more than footage of daily life in a major dry cleaning operation. It's not very cinematic, but I was surprised to find myself feeling regret as the end credits came up.
Why do I find Everson's films so satisfying? While nothing much really happens, his focus on menial, repetitive tasks relaxes and fascinates me, like a kind of visual ASMR. However, does the focus on the work rather than the people threaten to dehumanise them, working against Everson's goals? Maybe, especially when compared with someone like Wiseman. But it's interesting neverthless.
Fascinating, beautiful, sad, real. Human beings, perhaps the pinnacle of creation, reduced to repetitive tasks for meager pay, for the benefit of others. An important observation, watching the hands, bodies, faces that care for our clothing. This is the reality of the capitalist economy.
Una cámara estática o con plano largo, que registra y contempla, con muy pocos diálogos, nada de narradores, de explicaciones, de datos que sitúen al espectador. Lentamente la cámara hace que como espectadores entremos en la monotonía de los personajes, en ese trabajo repetitivo en un ambiente de poca amabilidad: solo el entorno de lo laboral.
El espacio de descanso es un mundo donde no hay palabras, opuesto al ruido
The time length of a factory worker creates a physical value while the audience is captive on the seat, watching. The difference between these two worlds is like located on the opposite side of the earth while the time is equal in the space. I, in the theater, is on the boundary of both worlds. I am no more I.