Bresson's film of incessant pathetic fallacy,
Quatre nuits d'un rêveur (Four Nights of a Dreamer).

1977, Toute révolution est un coup de dés 

Every Revolution is a Throw of the Dice

MAY DAY

Sun Trust, the bank, forecloses on a supermarket. 

Policemen in Augusta, Georgia, guard food as it is thrown into the trash.

Exhausted, exhausted, L'age d'or

You are horrified at our intending to do away with private property. But in your existing society, private property is already done away with for 9/10ths of the population; its existence for the few is solely due to its non-existence in the hands of those 9/10ths. You reproach us, therefore, with intending to do away with a form of property, the necessary conditions for whose existence is the non-existence of any property for the immense majority of society.

In a word, you reproach us with intending to do away with your property. Precisely so; that is just what we intend.

From the moment when labor can no longer be converted into capital, money, or rent, into a social power capable of being monopolized, i.e., from the moment when individual property can no longer be transformed into bourgeois property, into capital, from that moment, you say individuality vanishes.

You must, therefore, confess that by "individual" you mean no other person than the bourgeois, than the middle-class owner of property. This person must, indeed, be swept out of the way, and made impossible.