Ne of the funniest movies of the year is an anarchist 19th-century movie about watchmakers. The simple nature of filmmaking, but so wonderfully awkward and creative, almost every shot in this is locked down and far away, less about the performances, and more about the world it inhabits, and how the idea of time, and how much of a construct the idea of it is in the first place. How life ties us down by forcing us to contain ourselves to a strict guideline of time and work, and how when everything seems ridiculous and pointless the only necessary option is to rebel and leave. It is very slow, and there isn't really any music, but the tone, cinematography, and the structure of certain scenes is purposefully slow to go with the idea of time. Is a scene "wasting" time, or is it allowing the natural flow of a scene's structure to go together perfectly? For something so simple and unseen, this is such a bizarrely beautiful and thoughtful film. A film that can easily be thought of as pretentious, but like godard all that pretension is just hogwash, and where the film's objectives rely on is in the screwball aspect of societal structure and capitalist expectations. Great stuff.
