on the idyllic beaches of saint-nazaire (former WWII submarine base turned into a seaside resort - bitter aftertaste) tati's overgrown don quijote provokes the conservative maritime society with his involuntary offensive featuring loud jazz, fireworks, etc.
My first Tati, thanks to my girlfriends father, who is a big fan. Overwhelmed by the precision with which shots are organised. Contrasting realistic settings, in which people appear far more artificial than object. Systems of conventions of social interaction falling apart because of tiny malfunctions.
Summer days are now faster and harder to keep up with. Often we become complacent with the lackadaisical nature of the season. Watching this film is like an insight into a time, when days felt hotter than they do now, longer and more adventurous. Tati’s direction captures those feelings with a kind of cognizance for nostalgia, and comedy. Sometimes a movie gets it completely right. It is perfectly magical.
M. Hulot, with his crumpled cap and stiff-legged gait, is instantly endearing. His uniqueness is only enhanced by the backdrop of caricature-like characters. The subtlety, timing and intricacy of the humour greatly rewards an attentive observer. The film had a disarming innocence, which was accentuated by the idyllic location; framed and frozen forever in a postcard...