Godzilla, Minus One...
Definitely NOT a Godzilla movie... this movie is closer to Grave of the Fireflies than any Godzilla film including the Original Gojira movie.
It may be a little to personal for some viewers to internalize that are not of Japanese Heritage, but it's message of war is universal none the less.
This is an antiwar film that just happens to have Gojira in it... as a matter of fact, Godzilla may be a dream... or a Nightmare.
This may be the greatest Allegory for war that's ever been portrayed.
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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What's strange about this movie is that after I watched it and wrote it up, I googled around to learn more about it, and it turns out that some of my crackpot theories about it were correct. That NEVER happens.