Massa, a worker in his early 30s, is enthusiastic about his work and appreciated by his boss. Because of this, he alienates all his colleagues. One day he lost a finger due to a work injury, and everything changed. Except for him, all the workers are united to deal with the boss, his own life is in a state of collapse, his mistress has left him, his wife takes his son away after divorce, and he is in the wrong team, and his false belief in supporting college students is empty and unrealistic The slogan, the result was the disaster of Chiyu and was fired by the boss. The collective strike made the factory unable to produce. The workers demanded that the contract be revised and the treatment improved, and they also hoped that Massa could be reinstated. Later, the boss asked Massa to come back to work while others were on strike. Massa agreed, but when he returned to the factory gate, he couldn't face the workers who had gathered there. In his shame, he finally understood the firm position of the workers: never compromise until the matter is reasonably resolved
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Lulu the Tool movie plot
2022-10-11 15:57
Extended Reading
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Lulù Massa: In the factory is annoying, fucking boring, so I work, that's all. This is the idea: life, stripe, goal. All inside the racetrack. Everyone here is running. I'm a little champion. She knows it, right? Then you find the southerns, like him, from east Sicily, they are all outlier, tired since the first morning. So I beat'em on the rate! Once I have earned 25.000 lire of task-work in a month. But running, running... Because I can concentrate myself, I keep my mind busy. I've a method to keep me busy She knows. I just think in a pair of butts. An ass like this. Here, there's nothing to think, what do I have to say? We must work, so do it. With no excuse. Do you understand? Work, with no excuse.
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Lulù Massa: I'm gonna speak now. I don't know how to call you: gentlemen, workers, friends, comrades... I'm gonna speak on the mic. The students out there, say that when we enter is dark and when we exit is dark another time. What kind of life is it? This is routing, but since we are here, why don't we do twice task-work, working in Sundays too, we can enter in the night, with our children and our women. The children works there. And our women put the food in our mouth, so we can work twice, keep running and on and on, for some lire more, and live our life here, working till death. And we'll leave this hell to go to another hell...