Uncompromising, unflinching, brutal, honest, inhumane, factual, mundane, everyday, humane, repetition.
A never ending cycle of death and horror shown as matter-of-factly as possible, and yet is as horrifying as any film can be.
The camera doesn’t shy away, and unlike animal rights/activist docos (which I admire endlessly) this is not emotive at all. It just is.
- A cow’s skull being bashed in with a hammer like object, cracking and breaking while the camera remains fixed
- Calves being decapitated so their meat “remains white” as the workers whistle away, bored with their work
- A horse crashing to the pavement after being shot and twitching
- Lambs wailing on a rack, kicking helplessly as the workers come by slitting their throats
All of these images are permanently ingrained into my subconscious now, i can just feel it.
I can’t find any information on whether Georges Franju was vegetarian, which probably means he wasn’t.