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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…
Audaciously grand and visually bewildering, Jacques Tati's Playtime made my eyes hurt. In this stunning accomplishment, Tati crafts a visionary and relentlessly detailed landscape and lets his camera loose. At points, the audience follows Monsieur Hulot, a confused and out-of-luck man whose goofy antics highlight the alienating structure around him. And yet, Playtime focuses more on the shifting interactions between people, drifting through modern towers and chaotic restaurants to illuminate the intricate stages of humanity.
However in spite of its majestic insanity, I can't say that I particularly enjoyed Playtime. Its humor, while brilliant and near-constant, wore thin within the first half-hour, and as a result, the entire film lagged at multiple moments. With no story keeping me emotionally invested, all I could think of during Tati's Playtime was how much I admired it.
it took me about 4 viewings to get through about three quarters of it bc it kept putting me to sleep. i came back to hulu tonight, disappointed that its gone, as were a ton of others on my watchlist (they're probably in filmstruck now or somethin). it probably just wasn't meant to be. it most likely would've lulled me to sleep again. i really apreciate this one though. Tati had a great vision. and although it was playful and humorus at times, it wasn't very entertaining. i love the world he created, but we aren't very engaged in it. wish there was a little more dialogue. but again i really apreciate and enjoy the concept of the film, just couldn't really get into it as much as i'd hoped.
Heretical confession: Though my first viewing was ideal—70mm on the giant Lumière screen at Cannes in 2002, right after its restoration—I think I enjoyed it more at home (on Blu-ray). Rather than feeling continually anxious about what I might be missing in a far corner of the screen (my own idiocy, admittedly), I was able to relax and allow my attention to be subtly directed, which made the first half much funnier. And even when the office-set stuff isn't hilarious, it's consistently awe-inspiring, particularly in the way that adjacent shots navigate the architecture; each new angle builds on the previous one, usually in a way that requires a brief but invigorating moment of visual recalibration. Until night falls, yes,…
the ending of this film where she looks at the flower and then the lights outside that look exactly like flower? oh my god. it's too perfect.
Loved this, watched in 70mm.
Would've been 25% better if it was 25% shorter. Sometimes it feels like the mind-numbing scene in Week-end where the couple is driving past the traffic and it shows no sign of ending. Hulot goes from the lovable oaf of the previous movies to not-quite high-functioning autistic. I can appreciate all the toil that went into this, but what does it matter when so much is lost in the finished product?
I liked the enthusiastic American towards the end tho.
Plays out almost like a parody of Antonioni, especially of "Red Desert". Interesting experiment, that (at least for me) doesn't quite succeed, and I feel that Tati himself realised that, so in the end he is trying to play out some basic slapstick, and that doesn't fit in the overall setting. The fantastic set design is the matter of studies for every aspiring film designer.
This is a film that I return to, probably bi-monthly. Upon every viewing, I witness something new. It could be a sight gag, the use of an unmistakable Tatian sound effect or even a single frame, whose beauty did not occur to me on previous screenings. 'Playtime' is a visual feast, that can be viewed and enjoyed once, however, you would be foolish not to return to its charming characters, camera work and set-design.
For me, this is a perfect film, a film so unique and of its own invention and one that I proudly declare to be incomprehensibly dense (I'm sure all future viewings will still reward me in some way, be it big or small).
Tati may have gone almost bankrupt by the end of the film's production, however, without this film, I feel that cinema would be missing such a treasurable piece of work that justifies being fetishised.
French comedy. Not a natural fit for me.
@allison661: "I was watching Tiny House Nation."
'It's so dense, every single image has so many things going on.'
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