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Yawn. Poorly Filmed Snooze Fest.

To me, this movie is perfection.

A film with more than the usual spoiler issues. Talking about it in any detail feels akin to handing you a gift-wrapped present and saying, "I hope you like it -- It's a thriller about a diabolical secret experiment."

Exactly the movie you think it is, but not the movie you want it to be.

It seems like little people are fighting to survive against nature's intimidating powers in an inhospitable environment – all the four elements are present throughout - yet it really is all calculated and under control, and they are merely doing their jobs, using the elements to produce stuff for the good of other people; possibly tin soldiers for the children to play with. In the beginning we see magnificent, fast-moving clouds - clouds that may be inhabited by gods controlling and watching the human tragedy down on earth - which then turn out to actually be fumes from the steal factory; clearly it's the people who are the gods in this film.

Filmed in the Rustavi Metal Works where director Otar Iosselliani was working at the time still trying to raise money for his debut feature, Tudzhi, a short of 16 minutes, is not so much a documentary in the traditional sense of the term, we certainly discover nothing about the Rustavi Metal Works factory or the people working there, as it is an ode to the wonders of metallurgy, an intimate, fleeting glimpse on the hard lives of the workers. Tudzhi shows a gifted young director with an eye for composition capturing great shots in all their raw, b/w, 16mm glory in the best place to capture them, a steel factory. On one hand the slabs of concrete, rustling chains and hooks, scorching torrents of molten metal, billows of smoke seeping out of long chimneys, sootblack bricks; on the other hand, the workers cooking their lunch in a spit roast, smoking a cigarette perched on top of the rails, cleaning their clothes in a peculiar air turbine. Very Soviet in spirit, not a trace of propaganda. The only lamentable choice in an otherwise captivating little movie is the absence of a score in favour of very flimsy foley work that can't dream of coming close to the cacophony of sounds present in a steel factory.