You don’t like Barq’s??????? Curse upon your cow, curse upon your house—-
Look once you have root beer made with honey or real cane sugar you cannot go back
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Parker Posey in Clockwatchers, 1997
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Love when my drinks are... supernaturally flavored.
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Movie Review | Clockwatchers (Sprecher, 1997)
I think this movie really gets the alienation of the young, inexperienced contract worker. The way that the rules of the workplace, explicit or unspoken, are wielded against you by those with a modicum of power, real or perceived. The way that your only real friends are the other young, inexperienced contract workers, and the way you bond over your disaffection and disdain for office bullshit, even if forming your clique makes you the target of the rest of the office. Moments like the protagonist being told to wait, left unattended for hours, and then being chastised for waiting unattended for hours, are funny because they’re accurate, and maybe sting a little if you’ve been put through similar indignities.
If you want a bit of storytime, my first “real” job after graduating was as a contractor for a project. Like in this movie, my only real friends at the job were other contractors on the same project. And because the project had us embedded with other teams to execute the project, which would enforce a relatively minor change on one work artifact they had to produce, the people in those teams decided to take it out on me by booking my desk out from underneath me (as a contractor, I didn’t have access to the booking system), and was kicked out of the free desks by a more senior person complaining that I was typing too loud. So I learned pretty early just how childish people could be in a professional setting and the way that the setting enabled such pettiness. So the ambient feelings here certainly rang true, even if the specifics differed from my experience and these characters didn’t seem quite as desperate to find or hold onto their jobs as I think people seeking entry level jobs are these days.
And I think the movie nicely realizes these sentiments into the tactile experience of being in the office. The deadening false cheer of the ugly coloured walls. The fascistic geometry of the furniture, where having a cubicle, let alone an office, is wielded as a status symbol over those with more open desktops. In my current job we’ve recently started to have to book our desks in advance, which is much more painful than anyone realized. I’m pretty sure some of my coworkers would kill for even the crappy open desks the protagonists have here.
I do think this is a relic of the ‘90s, but not necessarily in a bad way. I imagine a more recent take on this premise would more explicitly spell out the conditions of late capitalism that result in such a work environment, something that no doubt would be articulated as leadenly as possible given the state of modern cinema. Here, the movie makes room for introspection with respect to the heroine’s career prospects, which makes it a sort of companion piece with Office Space, even if the latter movie has a more pronounced absurdist streak. (And if you want some reading material to go alongside your double feature, The New Me by Halle Butler hits satirical similar notes and is a nice and breezy read to boot.) And the performances here are quite strong, although as you can guess from its inclusion in the Criterion Channel’s Parker Posey series, Parker Posey steals the show.
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Cartoon-Charaktere aus meiner Kindheit, die von diesem Herren hier gesprochen wurden.
Keck bei "Als die Tiere den Wald verließen"
Crush bei "Findet Nemo"
Doggle bei "Rudolph mit der roten Nase"
Vinny Santorini bei "Atlantis"
Megavolt bei "Darkwing Duck"
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Clockwatchers, 1997, dir. Jill Sprecher
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Clockwatchers (1997) dir. Jill Sprecher
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