Norman McLaren’s pixillations do all of their various Norman McLaren-like things. This makes the process into a time lapse, which is perfect for showing the stages of some task or job of work. I love how the Vertovian framing acknowledges human agency without psychological (sentimental) particularlizing. It’s the work that counts. Until that funny interlude—not quite gender advanced, except that the labourer is worthy of, or at least indulged in his little fantasy. Back to work, leading to a conclusion consistent with the industrial context, and suggestive of much more. They’re building these to sell, so they box it and send it. Or, the craftsman contemplates the possibility of rest, and then puts his shoulder back to the wheel.