Featuring a cast of beautiful and dedicated actors who speak every line with cigarettes in their mouths and never once look at the camera. Ritual without hypocrisy as an affirmation of life. For my flesh is meat indeed, and my blood is drink indeed.

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.

LOL I love how the little dogs are watching their owners butcher the hell out of this pig.
One of the most startling images i've ever seen in cinema is when the pig's head is hung on the wall.
Eustache never repeats himself.

As mãos, as tripas e uma dúzia de cigarros. Contrarrevolução industrial.

cochon

hmmmmm... arrebatador..

work and non work, entropy and transubstantiation

wonderful in and of itself, but also an apt reminder of how thoroughly absent depictions of labor are from the representational mainstream. for example: try to remember the last time you saw a major film release which gave you any real understanding of how a character does their blue-collar job, on the level of actual physical actions taking specific amounts of time. is it any wonder "the working class" is treated so abstractly by the media when their literal defining characteristic has been so thoroughly dissimulated by the cultural machine?

As mãos, as tripas e uma dúzia de cigarros. Contrarrevolução industrial.

LOL I love how the little dogs are watching their owners butcher the hell out of this pig.
One of the most startling images i've ever seen in cinema is when the pig's head is hung on the wall.
Eustache never repeats himself.

Featuring a cast of beautiful and dedicated actors who speak every line with cigarettes in their mouths and never once look at the camera. Ritual without hypocrisy as an affirmation of life. For my flesh is meat indeed, and my blood is drink indeed.

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.