Once a year the fair comes for one day to the little town 'Sainte-Severe-sur-Indre'. All inhabitants are scoffing at Francois, the postman, what he seems not to recognize. The rising of the... See full summary »
Monsieur Hulot curiously wanders around a high-tech Paris, paralleling a trip with a group of American tourists. Meanwhile, a nightclub/restaurant prepares its opening night, but it's still under construction.
A boxer is out in the country with his entourage, training for his next fight. Meanwhile, on the farm nearby, Roger is neglecting his chores. As he watches the boxer and his sparring ... See full summary »
Monsieur Hulot goes on a holiday to a seaside resort, but accidents and misunderstandings follow him where ever he goes. The peace and quiet of the hotel guests don't last very long with Hulot around, because although his intensions are good, they always turn out catastrophically.Written by
Leon Wolters <wolters@strw.LeidenUniv.nl>
In an interview aired on French television, Jacques Tati recounted a story when he bought a ticket to see the film, entered the theater late (and in the dark), and sat by a corpulent man who did not recognize the auteur. Tati said the man laughed heartily throughout the film and kept nudging him with his elbow, saying "what an asshole he is" of Monsieur Hulot. See more »
The Englishwoman declares Hulot winner of the tennis games after 3 points. A game is won by the first player to win 4 points. See more »
The film ends with a shot of the now-deserted beach, over which is superimposed a graphic of a bright red postmarked stamp. See more »
In 1960, for a second run in theaters, Tati re-cut the movie, removing some shots and extending others. Most notably, a color stamp is added to the final shot (as if it was a holiday postcard). In 1978, after the success of _Jaws (1975)_, Tati shot some additional material to extend the scene with the folding boat (adding Hulot's struggle to reopen the collapsed boat, causing a panic among beachgoers). See more »
"M. Hulot's Holiday" is one of those films that you either get or you don't. Jacques Tati was a fine physical comedian, in the same rank as Buster Keaton, and his Hulot character is perfect. If you like your comedy silent and beautifully observed, you will enjoy this film.
Watching M. Hulot play tennis creases me up every time I see it. The character's whole physical demeanour indicates that he is not wired up in the same way as other humans, even when he is standing still. You could put this oddball in any normal situation and expect him to raise a smirk.
Tati does not carry the whole film and there is enough gentle comedy from the other characters for you not to get bored with his silent shtick. M. Hulot does not overstay his welcome.
I guarantee that you will be humming the theme music for days afterwards. You won't have picked up any catchphrases from its eponymous star turn but it's an enjoyable, thoroughly French movie. If Steve Martin ever tries to remake it, he deserves to be shot.
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