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Originally Posted by Phat Mack
Playtime (1967)
Jacques Tati as M. Hulot
Nuns with flapping wimples: Now we’re in a hospital? No, it’s an airport!
Then it’s off to the:
Tour Bus full of Middle-Aged American Ladies twittering like a flock of sparrows; Hotel/Flower Vendor/Corporate HQ/Trade Show/Cube Farm/Apartment Pods/Supper Club/NightClub: All in a time when people dress to kill!
So little time in the Army: So many old friends!
A B&W movie shot in color: The film’s beginning color palette is composed entirely of the blue-gray. A bellhop walks by carrying a bunch of flowers and colors leap from the screen.
B&W Portraits in the corporate waiting room have Red Legions of Honor: Boutonnieres!
Auditorily lush: A silent movie with a soundtrack!
I watched it on Kanopy while wearing earbuds. The effect was like listening to those stereo-demonstration records from the 60s. Beautiful.
A Buster Keaton film without the chase scenes: Sight gags, sight gags, sight gags!
An Automat without the nickels; kazoo bands; restaurants under construction; jitterbugging to Miles Davis, Herbie Hancock, Ron Carter and Tony Williams.
The movie is totally incomprehensible and meant to be that way. About an hour into the movie, I lost all sense of reality and began floating above the action displayed on the screen.
Is life depicted, celebrated, or ridiculed? Yes!
A most remarkable film: Check it out!
This movie is joyful. Tati's Hulot, like Chaplin's Tramp, is always a bit out of step with the rest of the world. Both creations, though, are unfailingly polite and we warm to them immediately, perhaps because they don't fit in. Even the way Hulot walks, up on the balls of his feet, bent forward at the waist slightly, gives the impression he's about to fall over.
Hulot has problems with modernity, and Playtime and Mon Oncle best show this frustration with the trappings of modern life from the cold steel color palette to the ridiculous "modern" gadgets.
But hope is not lost. Hulot genuinely is an agent of change as he stumbles and fumbles through the modern world. Playtime ends in a burst of color, a merry-go-round of buses, trucks, and cars (and a few other things thrown in for good measure).
If one person can change the world for the better, it's Hulot.
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