Dara K. Marzipan’s review published on Letterboxd:
I enter the cinema from a society that obscures class, venerates wealth, villainizes poverty.
I sit in the chair, and a film begins on the screen, and as the film progresses, I feel that I am being handed a heavy, exquisitely-wrapped gift.
I open the gift carefully. It is a clockwork diorama with a wind-up key, made of highly-polished copper. When wound, it depicts ten people in a house, swerving and dancing around one another. The mechanism must be impossibly complex; the full span of the action takes two hours to complete.
In the space of those two hours, the machine-diorama's purpose becomes evident: it is reveals the striations of class, exposes the complacency of wealth, allows a clearer view of the desperation of poverty. It is didactic to its most basic machinery. And yet it entertains.
When I return to the obscurant society that made me, my mind is equipped with a clockwork machine that demonstrates what is. Once in a great while, a Parasite comes along, and I must marvel at the power of clockmakers.