Jacques Tati’s gloriously choreographed, nearly wordless comedies about confusion in the age of technology reached their creative apex with Playtime. For this monumental achievement, a nearly three-year-long, bank-breaking production, Tati again thrust the endearingly clumsy, resolutely old-fashioned Monsieur Hulot, along with a host of other lost souls, into a bafflingly modernist Paris. With every inch of its superwide frame crammed with hilarity and inventiveness, Playtime is a lasting testament to a modern age tiptoeing on the edge of oblivion. —The Criterion Collection
Filmmaker and actor Jacques Tati reinvented the art of slapstick comedy, expertly dissecting the nature of sight gags and pratfalls while exploiting viewer expectations to create an ambitious, richly detailed cinematic parlor game perfect for exploring the infinite mysteries of the modern world. Born Jacques Tatischeff October 9, 1908, in Le Pecq, France; Tati mounted his first film short, the comedy Oscar, Champion du Tennis, in 1931, but never saw the project through to its completion. His subsequent early work, including 1934’s On Demande une Brute, 1935’s Gai Dimanche, and 1936’s Soigne ton Gauche, presaged his later features in their fascination with natural and mechanical sounds. The outbreak of World War II, which he spent stationed in the village of Sainte-Sévère-sur-Indre, brought Tati’s career to a temporary halt, and after completing the 1938 short Retour à la terre, he did not appear before the camera again prior to Claude Autant… read more
Tati's fourth feature film must have been a bittersweet experience for him as it took many years to reach completion and resulted in his bankruptcy. It explores the worlds of tourism, corporate life and consumerism and is a visual and technical tour-de-force. There's so much going on in the widescreen frame that the film warrants repeat viewings. My only problem with it is this: I didn't find it particularly funny...
This guy is a master when it comes to critic the bourgeoisie. It is incredible how people can be so superficial and pointless. This film represents the real society of spectacle where the person who has the prettiest toy is the winner and gets praise. Tati warned us but we didn't care, that is why our world is like you see it...
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"The Museum of Modern Art's retrospective of the French screenwriter, director, and actor Jacques Tati (born Jacques Tatischeff, 1907–1982
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I really liked this one. No close-ups, no insert shots, no plot, little dialogue…..just a meandering look at modern life in a soul-less, bland city that, as the travel posters in the film show us… read review
This is a beautiful, vibrant film that just has so much going on in each frame that it demands to be watched again and again. This is only my first viewing of it, but I guarantee there will be more… read review
Jacques Tati’s PLAYTIME: I stumbled across it one day while reading the paper. There, in the middle of the entertainment section, I saw a fascinating image. In it, a tall man in a short coat, a hat… read review
Two of the best and most enjoyable hours I’ve ever spent watching movies. I could discuss the elegant mis-en-scene, insane set work or subtle humor and attention to detail, but it’s better seen than… read review