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"Les vacances de Monsieur Hulot" im Heute. Teilweise ganz lustig.
I wonder at what point the woman who'd mysteriously decided to bring her children to this felt most awkward. Was it the S&M scenes? The instances of extramarital relations? Or, and I think this might be the one, the part where her daughter very loudly exclaimed "why is he doing that?". Questionable parenting anecdote aside, it's a sometimes brilliant, sometimes unsuccessful emulation of Tati style in a very naughty modern context. It can't sustain its penchant for avoiding dialogue terribly well, and at times it feels quite strained, but there are moments of absolute hysterical genius that earn such flaws forgiveness. A really quite touching subplot doesn't quite fit, but it's absolutely beautiful nonetheless. A bizarre experience, but a recommended one. Just leave the kids at home.