In Manual, technology appears to be breeding invisible monsters that have taken over the controls of the underground laboratory. Somewhere behind the scenes I imagine the wizened old ghost of William Burroughs drawling: `The definition of paranoia is being in full possession of all the facts.´
(Robert Clark, The Guardian)
The great thing about Girardet and Müller’s work is that, although it puts in distance, it doesn’t itself disavow this pleasure. It renews it. It takes a genial attitude to film’s fixtures. It puts these repetitious motifs on literal repeat, and creates a slightly deranged celebration of the thrills of repetitiveness, of stimulus and response, the throwing of mental switches.