The narrative here, I imagine conceived as an educational short to be screened before a feature, is the backwards journey from a plastic bowl to the raw elements it originates from. It doesn't matter, the journey could be anything. What matters here is the plasticity of the image itself, how the forms can be moulded, bent, shaped into a fluid cinema. The various technological processes provide the opportunity; we swirl around machinery, track beneath structures or across platforms, follow busy assembly lines, and it's all joyful and upbeat. A celebration of French industry for who funded this, but for us and Resnais a celebration of the adventurous camera and cinematic texture.
Review of The Song of Styrene
