Film

Blood of the Beasts

Name: Blood of the Beasts
Genre: Documentary
Released: 1949
Cast: Georges Hubert, Nicole Ladmiral, Alfred Macquart, Maurice Griselle, André Brunier

Body horror
Very dark

A 23-minute French documentary from 1949 that cuts between the pastoral calm of Paris's outer suburbs and the methodical brutality of the slaughterhouses that feed the city. Shot in stark black and white, it's unflinching about what happens to cattle and horses, and what it costs the men who do the work. Essential viewing for anyone serious about cinema or food.

TMDb rating

3.8

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