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Really like this kind of anti-beauty, terrible, essential hardships presented beautifully. Also like the framing and high-angles, shows that these people are perceived insignificant.

The only available copy is very much underexposed so it's hard to actually see what is going on in this early Antonioni venture. However, it explores the wee hours of a profession altogether unglamorous and is a small tribute to people that keep European cities from being overrun by rats and rubbish.

A worthy pursuit and too bad that Antonioni's crew did not have a better light meter at hand.

(Or Nettezza urbana, the Italian municipal cleaning service) This is an 11 minute documentary on the working people of the city streets of Rome, with minimal narration. Matter of fact, this is by design less to give an audience a whole lot of trivia or even basic facts; Antonioni, with this his second short, is already showing a strong eye for how a place and its people can appear disconnected and yet are intrinsically linked.

You look at these images of this corner of the city and it may seem to look fairly low-populated and full of dirty brick roads and with crackly-laden posters and ads, but it's the people who so many citizens take for granted that keep it looking as good as it actually is. I just admire how this hums along and moves with this slightly melancholic but not fully sad depiction of the working class, that these men (and a woman or two) have to come in to these spaces to clean the water (or as much as they can) and sweep the streets and get the garbage out, and they will come back soon after to do the ritual again.

I know I often don't pay sanitation workers that much mind when I'm going about my day, and I'm sure many of you don't either (unless they happen to stop you from going in traffic or other). There could have been an on-the-street interview or a talking head, but if this had to be the approach then I'm just glad that Antonioni doesn't make it glamorized or like they're some great cause (ie think a full on propaganda film out of Communist Russia from their government or something). What he does is vary his angles, high and low and with some distance but often getting us close to see what they are working with and simply *doing* with what they have.

It may seem like a minor work from a director who has an Existentialist streak, but I admire how within this straightforward framework there's great artistry and a dignity that he gives the street cleaners through his art. It's a generous little work.