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5.0 out of 5 stars
My Uncle!, 25 Jan. 2006
Golly, this is good! Tati takes M. Hulot from the seaside (M. Hulot's Holdiday', his earlier masterpiece) to the city,
where he's one of a troupe of highly-eccentric characters whose fantasies and foibles are explored in minute and hilarious fashion. Hulot (circa 1950s.),a descendant of Chaplin and Keaton, reincarnated recently as the absurd Mr. Bean.
There is no plot to speak of, rather a sequence of glimpses into the self-absorbed silliness of a businessman and his wife who inhabit a recently-assembled super-modern 'maison' complete with an endless supply of dysfunctional mod-cons. Much of the humour is sound-related. Everything buzzes and clacks. Everything is super-stylish and utterly useless. I took it as a satire on industrial civilisation, with utilitarianism displacing all that's natural.
A pack of stray dogs join in the fun, sniffing and pissing everywhere, as personal and fascinating as their human counterparts. The humour is wry and light. I regularly laughed out loud. I saw my own foibles (not to mention those of my friends and family) magnified in excruciating detail.
The depth of insight is extraordinary, the camera-work always perfect, and the boulevardian musical score entrancing and unforgettable.
This is a timeless masterpiece.