I’m not sure what film it was or if it was an entire film or just a small section of some bland persuasive essay film about the American food industry (I know, I get it – I should just stop eating altogether), but: freegans. Okay. Now imagine that five minutes or so was made into an entire film by a wonderfully eccentric old French New Wave director, who was more interested in playing with the newfangled digital video camera, zooming in on her hands and saying how gross and close to death she is, and doing the “I crush your head” thing with passing trucks on the freeway. Yes, yes. That’s more like it.
from The Gleaners and I by Agnes Varda