It's a pretty soulful documentary - I'd be happy to call it a documentary, even though it's so oriented it's like an ad, but I'm so stupid and ignorant that I can't tell if it's a commercial or a PSA . So I don't want to comment too much on the movie itself without getting a glimpse of its essential attributes. Many things are difficult to explain clearly, so I will make some statements about some of my own poor experiences.
Every time I walk to one of the country's snack giants, I'm stuck in a long container of biscuits: at least a quarter of the shelves are full of biscuits, and at least a quarter of them are the same. Yes, but their prices are also dazzling with brands. Well, I admit that when I packed biscuits in a certain factory, it was indeed a package of assorted wafer biscuits in the early morning to a famous mid-end sweets and snack merchant in the country, and then changed to a bag of the supermarket's own in-house brand at noon. I didn’t change my movements from early morning to noon—shake open the plastic bag and forget to put two large wafers in the bottom. I haven't researched the exact price difference, it's about 40%, but, really, I promise, these cookies are all coming out of the same oven, and the syrup and leavening agent they use are absolutely the same . Therefore, the reason why I was incited by this sincere documentary at the beginning was precisely because it mentioned that consumers saw all kinds of dazzling items displayed in the supermarket are actually an illusion, and this is what I am in this Capitalist countries have experienced it personally, and I have reason to believe this statement. Someone is standing in front of the container with an S brand on the left and a B brand on the right, thinking about which one to put into the shopping cart. If it happens that this person still belongs to the syndrome of difficulty in choosing, it will be more helpful, because the choice at this time is just a flower Just a colorful outer packaging. A sister who worked in an internationally renowned daily chemical brand factory came back and said to me, girl, if you go to buy this brand of shower gel, shampoo, and shampoo in the future, don't stand there and choose for a long time, it's all the same things, we The labeling is one label in the morning and one label in the afternoon. Don't pick anything that comes out of a production line. I said, NONONO, still have to choose, after all, the fragrance is different, huh, huh. Of course, I don't want to make an extreme accusation. In fact, all the idiots are the same. At least the low-priced milk of fifty-four in the small supermarket at the door of my mother is indeed not as fragrant and delicious as the good milk of ninety-nine.
Then I want to say that industrial production is terrible, really terrible. For a closer look, watch the documentary "Our Daily Bread" based on the country. There’s a scene in that film that I can’t forget to this day—a certain young girl of a considerable tonnage sits on a stool (it’s great to have a stool to sit on) with a mechanical scissor in her hand, and she comes over and hangs upside down with her belly torn to death. The upturned fat pig used mechanical shears to get its four hooves off. In this way, 8 hours a day, a pig comes over and cuts off its hooves. This is 10,000 times more terrifying than standing on the edge of a butterfly cake production line for 8 hours and aligning each butterfly cake. At least, I am facing a butterfly cake. At least it may be shipped to a sweet shop with a warm decoration, and a mother with little money will happily buy it and bring it home to her children as a small measure of academic progress-because of the beauty and It's delicious, and it's still quite romantic when you think about it. For the filming and commentary of the production line, "Food Company" is relatively objective, just like that, very naked and very real.
Well, as for why a kid named Kevin died because the cow ate corn and produced some kind of magical bacteria, we, born in China, can laugh it off with contempt.
There are two examples in the film to compare the industrialized production of Wanxie Di. One is a middle-aged woman raising chickens with the windows open at the beginning, and then a toothpaste advertising man. This one, seriously... if he cut his clip out of the movie, adding a logo at the end would definitely be another masterpiece in the advertising industry. So affectionate when he says money for shipping corn and money for dung and turns around and says "But, this! this is the whole thing!" in a very infomercial tone...and then again, whatever he gets Se, if the pig, beef and chicken raised in this way are really ecological, it is still worth buying. Next, let's talk about the BIO (ecological product) label. I don't know how deep the knowledge is here, but I once heard a sister who worked in a yogurt factory say that BIO's yogurt and ordinary yogurt in the factory where she worked are produced in the same line, and the packaging is different. This is just anecdotal, and it's just a paraphrase. If this is true, then I am more distressed for those brothers and sisters who bought high-priced BIO products for the sake of environmental protection. It is a pity that they are sincere, even if they only want to transform this smoky world by restricting themselves. The solution is probably that these brothers and sisters are paying high prices anyway, so just spend a little more thought and more high prices to understand and visit to confirm that the BIO products produced by a certain brand are indeed in strict accordance with the production specifications of ecological products. Made, and then consider buying. Otherwise, it would be a bit of a self-deception and cheap profiteers.
Uh, as for the food safety issue of Analogkäse (cheese-like) that made a lot of noise in the country a while ago, we who were born in the Chinese dynasty can also smile more contemptuously.
It's okay, calm down. I often stand in front of the instant coffee aisle with an S brand in my left hand and a B brand in the right, not knowing which one to buy. We are all inseparable from this affectionate little world, Whatever.
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