
Even though the narrator of Araya condemns capitalist exploitation (the workers are paid pennies for backbreaking work and survive not on their earnings but from fishing), the film visually worships the dignity of sweat and the greatness of cooperation. The laborers build pyramids of salt as the sun beats on their bare and muscular backs. Sure, the work is hard, repetitive, deprives you of your childhood, and makes you a dumb adult who can only eat fish and sleep in your free time; despite all of this, the work is beautiful.
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