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Jacques Tati’s gloriously choreographed, nearly wordless comedies about confusion in the age of technology reached their creative apex with Playtime, a lasting testament to a modern age tiptoeing on the edge of oblivion.
What a mess. What a beautiful fucking mess. Chaos and adventure reign. Nothing like a film that completely seduces you after a string of previous films failings that do naught to jolly your rodgers. I did not expect this magnetism. I did not lace my boots or put my tray table up in time. This is my first Jacques Tati film, poppin' cherries all over the place. With this ambitious paragon of hypnotism he goes straight to the top of the director to-do list. It is very sad to read of the debt and trials that he had to go through to get this made, and had to continue through for a decade after. I for one welcome our new…
I have mixed feelings towards Jacques Tati's Playtime. The first half is filled with plenty of hilarious and clever gags, being just a delightful adventure. Monsieur Hulot goes through a lot of confusing as well as unfortunate situations and he is one of those incredibly sympathetic characters you just can't help rooting for. Playtime is Tati's love letter to Paris and I liked how it deals with people's struggle with modern technology and the hectic life in the city. The second half of the film focuses on a busy night in a restaurant, which is surrounded by chaos and unforeseen events. It wasn't as interesting as the first portion for me and while it certainly contained a couple of excellent…
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Now this is beyond what I expected after Les Vacances de Monsieur Hulot - A cinematic marvel to be adored and respected and quite simply, a work of astounding genius. I think I really needed this extra level of Tati to really appreciate his art, and with it's colour presentation aiding me to escape my desire to compare him with the masters of the silent era. Filmed over 3 years, this ambitious vision of a world where modernity and technology obscures mans interaction with each other and everything is transparently artificial, Monsieur Hulot tries to navigate a Paris of steel lines and glass panes to share his heart with someone, anyone. From one ingeniously staged episode to…
I was shaving my legs while watching this film but it was such a fucking good movie that I couldn't take my eyes off the screen and now my legs still aren't shaved. I'm going to have a tough time making friends at the beach.
For whatever reason, Playtime was in the same company for me as Sansho the Bailiff, The Earrings of Madame De..., and Persona as highly acclaimed films that carry with them a presence and intimidation. In hindsight, why a Tati film would come off as daunting sounds pretty ridiculous.
I had heard over the years it's use of architecture and setpieces as a main focal point, and that surely was the case. The entire screen was used to full effect, and was absolutely gorgeous on blu-ray. It's set in modern Paris, constructed from scratch, with plenty of steel, glass, and other symbols of alienation. The film wasn't so much about Tati's Monsieur Hulot as the camera is constantly viewing the landscapes…
Playtime is like a Richard Scarry or Where's Wally? book in very elegant, moving form.
There is so much to take in, there are so many tiny events in every scene, that I don't for a minute doubt the other reviewers here who say how spectacular this film is on this big screen.
But no matter whether you see it on a TV or in the cinema, there is no equivalent of being able to stare at a huge illustration for ten minutes until you've taken it all in - at least not without substantially spoiling the experience of this as a film by endless freeze-framing.
Its feeling of so much happening, of almost too much going on in front…
This is a very tough one for me to rate.
Visually - a feast for thine eyes. (Credit Dax). Truly one of the most gorgeous films I've seen.
The comedy - universal... but not necessarily laugh inducing. More, a never ending series of impressively choreographed and amusing sight gags with an aesthetic that added up to be some kind of beautiful melding of Jean-Pierre Melville, Mario Bava and Christopher Nolan.
That said, I just didn't love it the way I expected and hoped to. Regardless, I would say that this is a must-see if for nothing other than the superb cinematography.
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I have to mention that the thing I loved the most is the…
"I love Paris at this time of morning."
Francois Truffaut said of 'Playtime' that it is "a film that comes from another planet, where they make things differently", only after you've experienced Tati's one of a kind vision, can you fully comprehend Truffaut's statement. 'Playtime' was, at the time, the most expensive French film ever made. In a risk that is reserved for the most vivid of dreamers, Tati had an entire glass city constructed on the outskirts of Paris, coined "Tativille", for the production of this film which lasted nine years. Unfortunately, like a number of the great films, 'Playtime' was a misunderstood financial failure that left Tati in debt. But, also as the great films do, its power…
This will probably rise to 5 stars next time I see it. I just went in expecting a comedy, and that really hampered my enjoyment at first. This is a film that defies genre, and is so beautiful, managing to be grand and human at the same time.
This is a movie that I enjoyed and marveled at I watched it, but the further away from it I get, the more of a masterpiece I realize it is. The scope of it is almost too much to take in on the first viewing, but I keep remembering all of the tiny details that make it work, and I'm continually amazed by it. I think this movie is going to find its way into my blu-ray collection before too long.
It's like a horror movie where the monster is architecture. Lot of fun, surprisingly stressful comedy but also goofy with real moments of beauty amongst the isolation. I really hope I get the chance to see it in 70mm one day.
I get why Tati is the French Chaplin. The visual gags in this movie are about three deep. Occasionally laugh out loud. Don't expect much, if any, plot or exposition. It's just. Mr. Hulot wandering through the modern world and getting stuck when the modern world breaks down.
Tati’s Playtime from 1967 is every bit as (if not more) prescient today than ever, capturing the soulless nature in which society progresses with beauty, optimism and wonderfully absurd humor. Even if it’s not quite the near-masterpiece of its predecessor Mon Oncle, it is still a remarkable work of grand cinematography and quiet hilarity.
If this were only pastiche it would probably be the example to prove the relevance of pastiches. I feel there is more to it when considering the pavement of technology above actual interpersonal interactions. Guys, I'm VERY stoned.
Visually breathtaking, yes, but due to its plotless nature and two hour runtime, it tends to drag. Another review on this site pointed out that the best moments are in the trailer, and I'm inclined to agree with that sentiment.
Recently, I've become aware that certain films are able to transcend the medium by being completely self-assured in their atmospheres…