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A self-proclaimed saga of oil, celebrating the speed and power of plane, trains, and automobiles.
A self proclaimed saga of oil, celebrating the speed and power of plane, trains, and automobiles. It starts with a look at a farm, beneath which is oil. Soon, farmland is dotted with derricks. It's on to a refinery. Then, shots of oil derricks, their pumps and pistons moving, are interspersed with images of men at work and machines in motion powered by oil. Horse-drawn carts are discarded. Modern wheels turn. The narration consists of title cards written in a grandiose and rhetorical style - the bones of yesterday become the blood of today.
Oil has the biggest ego as it narrates its rise to dominate industry, transportation and our very lives. Amidst its self-aggrandisement is an interesting snapshot of barren farmland giving way to oil wells, perhaps speaking to the hopes of some Dust Bowl era landowners.
Oil narrates its story, from its time hibernating underground to its uses above ground.
Clearly influenced by the Soviet montage films but decidedly more American (and less accomplished). Our farms are no longer fruitful but there's hope - and employment and money - in the oil that lays beneath those fields. A Depression-era dream of industry and progress.