I have been re watching Tati, one by one, these last months. I'm not a fan of predictable, silly humor, like Dumb and Dumber. This however I find funny and charming and beautiful! How I wish Tati made more films. He had such a wonderful eye for the comic side of things we take for granted. And just imagine what he could have done with our modern world today. Where is the modern version of Tati??? We need him/her!!!

I loved how this film ends where his next film, Play Time begins, at the airport. Is Play Time maybe the story of what happened after Hulot steps of the plain he took in this one?

Filled to the brink with the elaborate comedic set pieces Tati is renowned for. A masterpiece of wit and choreography.

One of Jacques Tati's Monsieur Hulot comedies, Mon oncle (My Uncle) contrasts his character's simple but messy Old World living, and his sister's life in the suburbs, in a crazy modern house. Hulot, France's answer to Chaplin's tramp or England's Mister Bean, is definitely a creature of the former. In those sections, we find charm, amusing character vignettes, and nostalgic slice of life film making. The corner café music is going to run in your head for hours after, fair warning. In the futuristic world of the house (and the brother-in-law's plastic factory), we find satire. It's all automated living, malfunctioning contraptions, and style over function despite the Spartan functionality. The score is replaced by ticking, static and steam pipes. No wonder the nephew in the story escapes this present-day future for the more chaotic pleasures of the present-day past. But what a set! The story structure is very loose, mostly something to hang light gags on, and it kind of just ends. It's more of a free-flowing editorial on modern living, a humorist's billet that looks sharp, but isn't overly concerned with narrative.