Jacques Tati was far more prolific than Chaplin and way more stylized. Hulot is a drifter through a desolate wasteland of consumerism and useless gadgets that are slowly consuming the people around them. An astounding comic nightmare that would predict the future and our incoming dependence on flashy things and unnecessary technology that claims to help society but instead destroys it. Pure brilliance.
A couple of things: 1. Dogs start & end the movie. 2. Being too modern sometimes seems stupid. 3. The house has eyes. 4. Kids will be kids no matter what. 5. Fish sprinkler - best gizmo. So is the automatic garage door. + Mr. Hulot really out of sync with the whole bourgeois lifestyle of the 60s. Nevertheless, his simple life & the sun-loving canari are the better option. Will Gerard grow up 2 be him or his parents?
A wide-appealing and playful critique of modern bourgeois life. The mise-en-scene with all of its vibrant flat colours is incredible. This second Hulot film also has the benefits of a story (though loose), a fish fountain, and a larger cast of dogs. Though I didn't laugh as often as Holiday, I laughed harder. The scene in the plastic factory is a standout favourite, and I am glad it didn't just mimic Modern Times.
Dans mon oncle, Tati renvoie dos à dos la modernité et la nostalgie, pour s'amuser de tout. Les borborygmes des personnages semblent des phylactères de personnages de BD et comme dans la BD, les compositions des cases, les agencements des plans et des couleurs, la recherche du gag visuel dominent tout entier. Dommage que cette énergie qui se voudrait si spontanée soit produite par un si parfait agencement.