
1967 · Jacques Tati
How PlayTime has been received, argued over, and remembered.
A catastrophic flop in 1967 that bankrupted Tati — he'd spent years and a fortune building his own mini-city to shoot it — PlayTime is now routinely called his masterpiece and a fixture of greatest-films-ever polls. Few reappraisals in cinema history are this total.
The eternal PlayTime debate: is it a nearly plotless film where 'nothing happens,' or the densest comedy ever made — one where every corner of the frame is a gag, and the boredom is on you?
'Tativille' — the vast glass-and-steel city Tati built from scratch outside Paris — has become shorthand for glorious, ruinous directorial ambition, and the film's cold modernist Paris is endlessly referenced in writing about architecture and design. Cinephiles pass down the commandment: see it on the biggest screen you can find, ideally in 70mm.
Consensus cinephile canon — the 'you must see this projected huge' rite of passage, beloved on Letterboxd by anyone who likes their comedy formalist.