I can only think that city folk who've never seen meat outside of plastic-wrapped packages could delight on finding out how it used to be done in the good ol' days, so to rhapsodize over the "primitive ritual" of it all. I recommend they spend time in the countryside in the Third World, to see how critters are killed in the manner of yore, and so won't need a movie to give them a nostalgic taste of the rustic life.
As many people are now cut off from the reality of where meat comes from, this film may have value if it deters some from eating meat. But it's been described by critics i've read as generous, graceful and beautiful in its depiction of the pig being slaughtered and then butchered. It's admired for being appreciative of the honest work done by the group of farmer-slaughterers. Hard cold critics, the pig the beauty