Seeing Eight Hours Don't Make a Day now — in a discerning new restoration by ARRI — is a shock. We have all the ingredients here for one of Fassbinder's savage, grimly comic studies of exploitation among the West German working and middle classes. . . . So it is all the more startling that, in this case, Fassbinder flipped the tables. He gave the characters in Eight Hours all the freedom, satisfaction, and powers of self-determination he would, in his other movies, carefully withhold.