Filmmaker Joseph Mangat insinuates himself into the work schedule of some Filipino factory labourers with finesse and flexibility. Not just any factory, though – because this is precisely the trick with this film: the cleverness with which it accompanies its theme right into the midst of some pressing and unexpected consequences. The place in question is interesting not only due to the end product of the work (some kitschy statuettes representing various bright-coloured biblical figures), but also due to its subjects (a bunch of queer characters, assimilated without fuss in this environment.) What results is an unexpected Molotov cocktail, where ambient advertising mysticism, up-to-date identity politics, as well as the barely contained Marxist fervour of the workers, join hands in a truly radical cinematic gesture. ”Divine Factory” proves to be a revelation through the supple simplicity of its mechanism, which refuses neither camp lyricism, nor rigour – in short, a film that knows how to let itself be crossed by the contradictory currents of the present. (Victor Morozov)