Welcome to the world of industrial food production and high-tech farming! To the rhythm of conveyor belts and immense machines, the film looks without commenting into the places where food is produced in Europe.
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A stunning, photographic journey that strips the anonymity of modern industrialized agriculture. From the brutality inflicted on animals, to the exploitation of migrant workers, to the spraying of poisons onto plant foods, it's hard to ignore the ugliness in these captivating visuals.
Is death easier to accept if it's cleaner? Is our fuss about it solely grounded in the physical and, only consequently, emotional mess it produces? If death leaves nothing in its trail, if the body it affects is integrally used for those left alive (until when?) or its unsusable remnants sweeped and buried, then it does not exist? And if death does not exist, then we've reached eternity.
If your looking to find out some interesting facts about the food industry...this is not for you...But if you are looking to be placed within the poetic world of it, then this is for you.
I strongly believe if Humphrey Jennings was still making films today, there would be very little between his and Geyrhalter’s work.
An ambient documentary about the modern agricultural industry. There's not a single spoken word in it, neither is there music. It uses only beautiful images and environmental sounds. It doesn't take an obvious stand, but seems to have the intent to show the industry as objective as possible. Its style is clean and aesthetically pleasing, its message unspoken and ambiguous, but inspiring.
3.9 stars. What money dreams of when it sleeps. I'm not quite preachy enough (and nor is the film!) to say that the degree to which the viewer deems the imagery to be indicative of utopia or dystopia speaks to their humanity - since humanity doesn't end up seeming like such a worthy thing to aspire to coming out of this one! The obvious intelligence of the pigs as ever brought me up short. Riveting Kubricky spaces -