As patient and sharp-eyed as an owl, and with a deviously sly sense of humor, Nicolas Philibert transmutes observational cinema into an enormously expressive form. You couldn’t ask for a better tour guide to Radio France, located in a giant circular building in the heart of Paris.
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Lovingly chronicling the tapestry of detail that goes into a day's programming at a radio broadcaster (Radio France), the film seems filled with expansive love for the enormous hive of labor, no detail too small (sound engineer(?) coiling wires at a live broadcast) that goes into maintaining our mental lives, suggesting it is this circuit of psychosomatic labor that has real ontological status, not "individual lives"