1967 Directed by Jacques Tati
Clumsy Monsieur Hulot finds himself perplexed by the intimidating complexity of a gadget-filled Paris. He attempts to meet with a business contact but soon becomes lost. His roundabout journey parallels that of an American tourist, and as they weave through the inventive urban environment, they intermittently meet, developing an interest in one another. They eventually get together at a chaotic restaurant, along with several other quirky characters.
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I got really sad when this was over. Not in a way where I'm just saying that to say it, I was genuinely kind of upset. For it's 2 hour runtime I felt so comfortable in the world Tati created. Everything is so well-orchestrated and the commitment to the style is unforgiving. Just based off personal taste, I can't really say there's a better looking film out there, just watch the last 10 minutes and get back to me. I'm so in love with this, and unlike most of what I've seen from Tati thus far, I'm pumped to watch it again.
How the hell do you even make this movie? What the fuck does the script even look like? I don't understand. This seems impossible. Jesus christ.
The charming chaos of people vs. the immaculately staged machinery we build in an attempt to contain it. The full breadth of human emotion aimlessly wandering an absurdly constructed, modern labyrinth of glass and steel. The beauty of this film lies in the expertly crafted and sustained coexistence. The monotony and the wonder, inefficiency, and hilarity. Sometimes all it takes to see the Eiffel tower is the right lens or angle or reflection. Need to see this on 70mm before I die.
I don’t know, man. I don’t think I understood what was going on for most of the movie. It’s shot with such a wide eye that I got stressed out and felt like there was too much i was supposed to be focusing on in any given shot. Excited to see the other Monsieur Hulot movies because it seems like a character/schtick I would really dig but this one just kinda left me frustrated. The choreographed slapstick bits are great and very Mr. Bean and the whole thing is immaculately staged, though! Tativille is beautiful. Gorgeous production design, outstandingly shot. This whole thing looks like a French Norman Rockwell painting. Normandy Rockwell!
"Life's single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane"
Jacques Tati is the only type of “we live in a society”-esque filmmaker I trust. Every single frame of this film belongs in the MoMA.
As a critique of a world drawn colorless by consumer dominance and brutal meaningless aestheticism - where the real historical wonders of Paris are only seen as distant reflections and busloads of American tourists instead gather to watch gleaming new cars and gawk at electric broom presentations - this is peerless.
But it also has got to be one of the most measured, ambient, mesmerizing, held-back, and meaningful acts of clowning and miming with spatial and social constructs ever made.
It’s forty-five minutes before some nut face-smacks into a clear glass door, despite the fact that the first forty-five minutes is literally STACKED with clear glass door gags and the imminent promise of the never-not-funny most classic payoff.
Instead, Tati…
"All these electrical thingamajigs"
Jacques Tati's Brazil?
Truly astonishing. Having watched this exactly once, I'm convinced you could watch it 100 times and still catch something new each time. Each and every frame is bursting with meticulously crafted detail. And obviously here I'm a little tempted to respond to demi: it's easy to get lost or feel overwhelmed by the immensity of Tati's world here, but having officially crowned myself an expert after one outing, I feel like the point isn't to find the one thing that you're "supposed" to be focusing on, but rather to absorb the world as a whole. It's the same reason there's not, like, a traditional narrative structure or any sense of traditional character development:…
