catch_33
29Jul11
i hate you
Jacques Tati volta a divertir-nos este domingo no início do Ciclo Familiar deste mês de Maio com "O MEU TIO", às 15h30. Todos ao Nimas!
The opening of Mon Oncle bares its thesis: the vitality, innocence of the old arrondissements - frolicking puppies, horse-drawn carriage - against the cold, mechanised life of the modern bourgeoisie, consumer conformism (strikingly realised). Tati, like Chaplin - one behind Modern Times - mayn’t always be hugely subtle, but his charm remains sizeable, in his irreverent, wordless interactions and orchestrated chaos - thus turning his hopeless Luddite into a loveable one. To the Parisian comedy what An American in Paris was the musical: nostalgic effervescence; sheer breeze.
The ups and downs of modernization are examined in playful fashion by Jacques Tati.
Unlike M. Hulot's Holiday, Tati's character isn't the hero but a man that cannot fit into the technological world that is approaching but keeps on living. Don't expect to roll on the floor in tears but smile and chuckle at this bewildering and eccentric man.
It inmediatly became one of my all time favorite comedies, it's heartwarming, nostalgic and very funny the way Tati is funny.
It's true that it's more episodic vignettes than a plot per say but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. Is it perfect? No but it was a very fun watch. Looking forward to Playtime!
An endearing contrast of clumsiness and naivete vis-a-vis ultramodernism and pretentious upper-class etiquette. Has there ever been as lovable a reconciliation between parent and child as shown in the last scene?
I'm not a fan of Tati's plotless narrative. There are few funny moments, but other than that, the film is occasionaly boring. Oh, and i do feel the same about Playtime. So, hate me.
Meh. Though studded with bits of magic, the film was too damn long, with lot of void spots. My two experiences with M. Hulot has been underwhelming :(
Tati cements his comic genius with his second Hulot comedy. A satire on modernity, city and country life, and a challenge to familial structure. Situational and splapstick abounding, Mon Oncle sports Tati's wonderfully tongue-in-cheek crowd scenes, genuine heart, a delightfully light score, and absolutely marvelous shot set ups.
An essentially sentimental view of the modern world with a wonderfully contrasting sense of location from the 'real' Paris of Hulot's roof top abode to that of his brother in-law, all astroturf and clean lined sterility. Consistently inventive and perceptive.
Jacques Tati is, in my opinion, more original than Godard or anybody in the New Wave Cinema. He is also more enduring, out of any small click trends. There's something visceral about what he does. Lynch is inspired by him more than we realize. Best comedy too, so hard to find in good cinema.
Incredibly smart, uniquely funny, and endlessley enjoyable. Tati's film combines visual gags, both subtle and slapstick comedy, and clever commentary on technology and lifestyles the modern world into a smile-inducing masterwork.