A young technician arrives at an almost-disused factory, where a handful of workers still linger, to take apart the last machine remaining. As he devotes himself to the task, his deprived, aimless new coworkers sneak around, finding themselves nervously drawn to him.

Luxuriating in the luscious pleasure of the desiring gaze, Alain Guiraudie’s golden-hued daydream juxtaposes the steely structure of a decrepit factory with the sensuous curves of the male form. Hot to the touch, the awakening of dormant queer attraction strips away the drudgery of manual labor.