Phenomenal documentary about French abattoirs from the other-worldly Franju. The carnage in the slaughterhouses is complemented by surreal imagery of the city outskirts, where abandoned antiques, children playing and couples flirting occupy an open, seemingly serene space, just ravaged by WWII. Meanwhile, the poetry of the slaughtered animals is beyond belief. S.Kracauer worked miracles with this extraordinary film.
Un documentaire insoutenable, d'une précision et d'une crudité quasi chirurgicales, cliniques, sur les différents moyens de mise à mort, dépeçages et autres traitements sanglants d'anonymes bovidés, équidés et autres ovins qui vont garnir et remplir nos affamés assiettes et palais. De quoi devenir définitivement végétarien... www.cinefiches.com
A very matter of fact documentary about a French slaughterhouse. It's pretty educational, though sometimes the filmmakers take a stance, calling the animals "victims", so you know what their leanings are. Pretty disturbing throughout, mostly because everything looks so unsanitary. The worst part was showing how they processed veal. Personally, I wasn't as affected, because I know practices have improved since then.
I'm a meat eater but I also love animals, so this was difficult. Franju's intention though wasn't to make a horrifying short film, but to juxtapose the calm scenery of a Parisian suburb with what is going on in the slaughterhouses. He also wanted to find surrealistic meaning in the documentary form, so if there are parallels to the concentration camps, it's entirely the viewer who is attaching more meaning to it.