A precursor of Monsieur Hulot, with the same gentle humour and from a time when most of Britain and America thought that Abbot and Costello films were comic masterpieces. The postman has appeared several times but, after more than fifty years is still funny and even broad farce (riding off a bridge)has an extra something thanks to Tati. There is, of course, the recurring problem with things mechanical, in this case a bicycle and, again, Tati inhabits his own little world where he moves at a different pace, oblivious to the chaos he causes but, you are never left in any doubt as to which is better world. This is not a film solely for those who like France. It is, instead, an introduction to the art of a timeless genius.