By all means, this film may just possess the most fluid camerawork in cinema which effortlessly immerses the viewer into the comedy. However, I am sad to inform that I am not the biggest fan of comedies of manner as their jolliness can sometime rub me the wrong way as is the case with this film's first third. As such, the best moment, for me, are the more quiet and tender that follow and they are what I will remember
Altman tried to emulate this with Gosford Park, and even that multistory master couldn't quite match Renoir's scathing satirical incisiveness of the bourgeois elites. Technically, it's a marvel up there with Citizen Kane. The narrative is almost Shakespearean in scope, and the intent is potent (at the cusp of WWII). French Cinema deserves its acclaim. Renoir (along with Vigo) set the precedent. Outstanding.
Renoir's complex, cool comedy still carries its sting almost three-quarters of a century later. Equal parts foreboding statement on the impending World War II and savage mutilation of French bourgeois sensibility, The Rules of the Game grapples with modernity and shows its putrid boils.
I think it's impossible to dislike this. I remember watching it in my film class (by then I had already seen it), and even the typical people in the class who hate silent/b&w films (which annoyingly, was nearly everybody in the class besides me and the professor) enjoyed it.