|OFFICIAL SELECTION / FRENCH COMPETITION||FIDMARSEILLE 2011|
world premiere / media library prize
ENTRÉE DU PERSONNEL
Grand Prix of the French Competition
> 2011 awards
Factories, workers: Outdated words. Obsolete realities? The gloomy dawns that open Manuela Frésil’s film and announce a new day, redoing the exact same pitiful gestures, ruthlessly confirm the contrary to the deliberately forgetful of the slaughter of beings. Bleak choreography of industrial slaughterhouses: cutting, emptying, loading, etc., an austere gymnastics in which disappears, a digit here, a muscle there, all their bodies and their night of impossible rest, haunted by nightmares. In echo, orderly and hurried procession of imposing remains, methodically disemboweled carcasses, labelled poultry, pink meat sliced to the millimeter. On the voiceover, follow quickly stories one-by-one but with multiple voices: the high turnover of the employees, productivity, bruises, pains and the accepted inevitability of few years to live in “retirement.” In the factory, the camera slides, embraces the movements and their production lines. In the factory, the camera becomes a terribly efficient, oiled machine. Outside the factory, it becomes almost stiff. What outside? So it starts all over again: one explains, one redoes, one pretends to mimic the tasks, on the beach, in an office, on a platform. From outside, none really, other than the timbre of their voices, their accents, their way of speaking that tries to adopt the speed of working. And yet something silently takes shape, and it is not only the sea at the end where closed oysters are caught.
Nicolas Feodoroff & Jean-Pierre Rehm