
1953 · Jacques Tati
How Monsieur Hulot's Holiday has been received, argued over, and remembered.
A genuine hit in France in 1953 and an art-house sensation abroad — it even landed Tati an Oscar nomination for the screenplay of a nearly wordless film. Seventy years on it hasn't needed rescuing so much as re-explaining: each generation rediscovers that its shambling non-plot is the whole point.
The perennial fan debate: is it actually laugh-out-loud funny or just 'pleasant' — with devotees insisting the gags only detonate on a second or third watch.
Hulot's silhouette — pipe, hat, too-short trousers, that tilting forward walk — is one of cinema's most instantly recognizable outlines, and Rowan Atkinson has cited Hulot as a key ancestor of Mr. Bean. The sputtering car and the dining-room door's 'boing' are beloved bits of pure sound-gag lore.
A permanent fixture of the comedy canon and the classic gateway drug to Tati — the cozy, sun-bleached 'you must have seen this' that Letterboxd users file under perfect summer viewing.