As much as structural film can be fascinating, Lockhart's instrumentalization of its conventions borders on self-indulgence. Its conceit, a 78-minute plan-séquence, a slow-mo dolly shot of workers on a break, overstays its welcome in a matter of minutes. My guess is that this is about dehumanization or reification of labor. If so, better to read Lukacs or the Frankfurt School, or Lefebvre on work and leisure.
Discovery through depth, distance, motion, and slowness. This movie gave me one of the most astonishing journeys I've had watching a film. It serves as a key to all movies, in how everything is revealed to us through cinematic technique.