破败工厂 正片
分类：喜剧片 剧情,喜剧,歌舞地区：年份：2017
主演：Carla Galvão,Danièle Incalcaterra,Hermínio Amaro,..
导演：佩德罗·皮诺
更新：2023-06-18 09:52
简介：一天晚上，一群工人发现，工厂高层和管理人员在偷偷地变卖自己..一天晚上，一群工人发现，工厂高层和管理人员在偷偷地变卖自己工厂的机器和原材料，他们迅速意识到这是大规模裁员的第一个信号。他们中的大多数人在单独谈判中拒绝合作，并开始占领工厂。管理层出乎他们意料突然消失，只留给他们一个半空的工厂。随着周围世界和生活的崩塌，新的愿望开始出现。{if:" Portuguese filmmaker Pedro Pinho’sTHE NOTHING FACTORY takes home the FIPRESCI Prize in Cannes, with the jury’s verdict as follows:"An evocative activist film that blows the boundaries between reality, fiction, theater and sociological discourse leading to an unsettling and provocative cinematic experience.” but, it is an overstatement, because there is nothing unsettling and provocative in this meandering docu-drama, a hodgepodge of didactic, verbose theoretical discussions and workadaymiserabilism perpetuating around a cohort of blue-collar workers who are saddled with a massive layoff. Most courageously, the film offers its audience a fine-tooth combing of the downside of capitalism, and hammers home the inevitability of its failing which is behind the lift-manufacturing factory’s dodgy maneuver, smuggling heavy machines out in the night, so they can start anew in other places while ditching the current one with their labor surplus. But it suffers from being a typical talk-the-talk endeavor which to this reviewer’s lights, is flogging a dead horse. After negotiating with the shysters hired by the factory owner reaches a standstill, summarily, the workers are left with a half-empty factory and they decide to operate the business on their own despite that no one is equipped with the know-how of management. Anticlimactically, a seemingly propitious order from Argentina doesn’t necessarily elicit the hardship-defying mettle which the story-line half-heartedly suggests, apart from an out-of-nowhere musical sequence, whose feigned elation comes a bit too late to dispel the dreadful tenor holding its stranglehold on this nearly 3-hour long realism-evoking overreacher. Character-arc straggles unsystematically, and what Pinho and his team actually excel is the atmospheric construct: a disconsolate Lisbon colored with invariably somber hue refracts Pinho's own personalistic rumination of the city and his compassion to his beleaguered subjects might not be immediately felt, because self-consciously he knows he is trying to tackle with something much bigger, but to little avail (it is not that a solution is a requisite, but Pinho’s scattershot pieces simply do not cohere as a narrative feature). Just like the contrived materialization of a bevy of ostriches loping in the wilderness during the film's middle passage, he intends to speak for those ostracized, marginalized, underprivileged, but visionary illumination is in dire paucity. referential point: Miguel Gomes’ARABIAN NIGHT: VOLUME 3 - THE ENCHANTED ONE (2015, 6.3/10) Portuguese filmmaker Pedro Pinho’sTHE NOTHING FACTORY takes home the FIPRESCI Prize in Cannes, with the jury’s verdict as follows:"An evocative activist film that blows the boundaries between reality, fiction, theater and sociological discourse leading to an unsettling and provocative cinematic experience.” but, it is an overstatement, because there is nothing unsettling and provocative in this meandering docu-drama, a hodgepodge of didactic, verbose theoretical discussions and workadaymiserabilism perpetuating around a cohort of blue-collar workers who are saddled with a massive layoff. Most courageously, the film offers its audience a fine-tooth combing of the downside of capitalism, and hammers home the inevitability of its failing which is behind the lift-manufacturing factory’s dodgy maneuver, smuggling heavy machines out in the night, so they can start anew in other places while ditching the current one with their labor surplus. But it suffers from being a typical talk-the-talk endeavor which to this reviewer’s lights, is flogging a dead horse. After negotiating with the shysters hired by the factory owner reaches a standstill, summarily, the workers are left with a half-empty factory and they decide to operate the business on their own despite that no one is equipped with the know-how of management. Anticlimactically, a seemingly propitious order from Argentina doesn’t necessarily elicit the hardship-defying mettle which the story-line half-heartedly suggests, apart from an out-of-nowhere musical sequence, whose feigned elation comes a bit too late to dispel the dreadful tenor holding its stranglehold on this nearly 3-hour long realism-evoking overreacher. Character-arc straggles unsystematically, and what Pinho and his team actually excel is the atmospheric construct: a disconsolate Lisbon colored with invariably somber hue refracts Pinho's own personalistic rumination of the city and his compassion to his beleaguered subjects might not be immediately felt, because self-consciously he knows he is trying to tackle with something much bigger, but to little avail (it is not that a solution is a requisite, but Pinho’s scattershot pieces simply do not cohere as a narrative feature). Just like the contrived materialization of a bevy of ostriches loping in the wilderness during the film's middle passage, he intends to speak for those ostracized, marginalized, underprivileged, but visionary illumination is in dire paucity. referential point: Miguel Gomes’ARABIAN NIGHT: VOLUME 3 - THE ENCHANTED ONE (2015, 6.3/10) Portuguese filmmaker Pedro Pinho’sTHE NOTHING FACTORY takes home the FIPRESCI Prize in Cannes, with the jury’s verdict as follows:"An evocative activist film that blows the boundaries between reality, fiction, theater and sociological discourse leading to an unsettling and provocative cinematic experience.” but, it is an overstatement, because there is nothing unsettling and provocative in this meandering docu-drama, a hodgepodge of didactic, verbose theoretical discussions and workadaymiserabilism perpetuating around a cohort of blue-collar workers who are saddled with a massive layoff. Most courageously, the film offers its audience a fine-tooth combing of the downside of capitalism, and hammers home the inevitability of its failing which is behind the lift-manufacturing factory’s dodgy maneuver, smuggling heavy machines out in the night, so they can start anew in other places while ditching the current one with their labor surplus. But it suffers from being a typical talk-the-talk endeavor which to this reviewer’s lights, is flogging a dead horse. After negotiating with the shysters hired by the factory owner reaches a standstill, summarily, the workers are left with a half-empty factory and they decide to operate the business on their own despite that no one is equipped with the know-how of management. Anticlimactically, a seemingly propitious order from Argentina doesn’t necessarily elicit the hardship-defying mettle which the story-line half-heartedly suggests, apart from an out-of-nowhere musical sequence, whose feigned elation comes a bit too late to dispel the dreadful tenor holding its stranglehold on this nearly 3-hour long realism-evoking overreacher. Character-arc straggles unsystematically, and what Pinho and his team actually excel is the atmospheric construct: a disconsolate Lisbon colored with invariably somber hue refracts Pinho's own personalistic rumination of the city and his compassion to his beleaguered subjects might not be immediately felt, because self-consciously he knows he is trying to tackle with something much bigger, but to little avail (it is not that a solution is a requisite, but Pinho’s scattershot pieces simply do not cohere as a narrative feature). Just like the contrived materialization of a bevy of ostriches loping in the wilderness during the film's middle passage, he intends to speak for those ostracized, marginalized, underprivileged, but visionary illumination is in dire paucity. referential point: Miguel Gomes’ARABIAN NIGHT: VOLUME 3 - THE ENCHANTED ONE (2015, 6.3/10)