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Rhett 2022-10-11 11:53:47
The theories and dilemmas of all parties, as well as the confusion experienced by the male protagonist in it, are all very thorough. Breaking the wall and walking out of the fog are the former laborers who were abandoned in the mental shelter... The last scene is very impressive....
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Mikel 2022-10-11 10:52:22
Amazing, this director is too fierce! An arrogant worker who had excellent performance and arrogance fell from heaven to hell because of a work-related injury. In the process of fighting for his rights, he joined the student movement and opened his home. It can be said that he lost everything, but he succeeded in fighting back for his job. Yet? The director was clearly pessimistic, and he finally put the camera on the production line, let it go mad with the workers, go crazy and it says it...
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Laverne 2022-10-11 10:29:53
Working class go to heaven! The working class will rebel!...
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Norval 2022-10-11 10:04:46
It's so real, the shots are close-ups and close-up soundtrack Niu Cha is vigorous and impulsive, and finally returns to the mediocre robot life can only be a...
Lulu the Tool Comments
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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...
