Experimental film-maker Agnes Varda documents the ordinary day-to-day activities of the shopkeepers on Rue Daguerre in Paris during the seventies in this lovely film. While it's nice to see a vintage slice of life such as this put on the screen for posterity, I am awfully glad huge multinational corporations have put an end to these quaint homespun shenanigans. Why would anyone need a neighborhood butcher, baker, or accordion-maker when Walmart can put those local shops out of business, gut the landscape, raze the houses, pave everything, and provide cheaply manufactured items from China for you? Who should you trust; the guy standing directly in front of you expertly cutting a sirloin steak for you, or rising before dawn to handcraft a baguette for you, or repairing that wobbly key on your accordion, or a huge faceless corporation? Why, the corporation of course, because a corporation is people and everyone likes people, and corporations only have your best interest at heart. Or their bottom line. One or the other. Regardless, I'm 100% behind the gutting and razing and paving of Main Street and preserving my bottom line, and you should be behind preserving my bottom line, too. Anyway, Daguerrotypes is a well-shot and fascinating film that seems like you're poignantly flipping through someone's antique photo album. I watched it on Netflix and got it the heck out of my queue.
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