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Blu-ray Review: Jacques Tati’s Playtime on the Criterion Collection

Tati’s glorious film folly inches that much closer to the 70mm ideal in Criterion’s new Blu-ray.



In the overstated words of Jacques Tati, Playtime is “probably the smallest script ever to be made in 70 millimeter.” Maybe these are the words of a man still feeling the financial sting of a flaming, career-halting box office wreck (Tati, noted control freak, ended up losing the rights to all his films in the aftermath), but there’s still a ring of truth in what he says. Scripts are tools used by filmmakers to guide viewers through narratives, to show them which people they should pay attention to, which storylines they will eventually watch unspool, which characters will reach their change of heart through plot-driven catharses. Playtime is a cinematic epic that’s also totally (for some unnervingly) unmoored from the safety of narrative guidelines. Just as the people inhabiting his ultra-modern approximation of Paris gradually learn to circumvent the right-angled jungle of contemporary urban architecture, Tati’s film weans willing viewers from their fixations with linear, structured movie storytelling.

Which isn’t to say Playtime is a comedy without punchlines. On the contrary, it probably contains more gags per shot than any movie this side of Airplane! Many of them are simultaneous. As Monsieur Hulot (Tati) and a group of American tourists repeatedly cross paths in Paris during a single 24-hour period, Tati consistently keeps his 70mm camera beyond arm’s length and clutters his soundtrack with random and overlapping snatches of dialogue, musique concrète, and gonzo sound effects. (Tati’s modern buildings tend to say very little visually, but prove quite flatulent aurally.)

The movie’s first half seems unusually sterile for a comedy, which is only natural. It’s not until the movie’s second hour when, vis-à-vis a showstopping sequence in a just-opened restaurant and nightclub, Tati’s proto-Sims begin to live outside the boxes. As the characters tear apart an already fragile interior, Playtime lifts off. You can call it a valiant attempt at representational democracy or you can call it cinema’s closest brush with the joy of people-watching. Either way, Tati gives a radical amount of control over to his viewers, which is one reason he chose to keep his popular Hulot character in the background, if not totally absent, much of the time. So even if each of Playtime’s viewers—and, for that matter, each of its reviewers—ultimately comes up with similar meta-tags about the movie, you can be sure each person will also see something that just about everyone else missed. (It took me four or five viewings before I even noticed a stuffy restaurant manager marking the rim of a bottle of brandy with soot to see which of his staff members has been sneaking swigs.)

Sure, Tati’s script may have been small, but there’s such depth of content in each setup. It didn’t come easy: Tati spent three years putting the movie together (the centerpiece restaurant sequence alone took nearly two months to shoot), built an entire mini-city, painstakingly demonstrated to each extra (or maybe that should be “inhabitant”) their movements and gestures, re-shot sequences over seemingly inconsequential structural quibbles, and drove the budget up over six times its initial projected cost. With Playtime, Tati made one of the most fully inhabitable films ever. Ironically, it cost Tati his own house.


As great as this Blu-ray of Playtime looks (it all but buries the DVD remaster Criterion released three years ago), I can’t help but agree with Philadelphia City Paper critic Sam Adams when he suggests no home video presentation of the film will ever do it justice. Those 1080p lines of resolution can only do so much, but I hasten to add that they do indeed do much. Whereas Criterion’s first DVD version of the film had a muddy, often greenish tint, the Blu-ray is beautifully balanced. The first half of the film is abundantly silver-toned, and the latter half is remarkably subdued. This is the first time in all my viewings that the nightclub actually looked like a nightclub, instead of a fluorescent cafeteria. The sound mix, even presented in uncompressed stereo, sounds a little bit tight in comparison.


The Blu-ray carries over everything that was available on the second edition Criterion DVD, adding nothing new at all. Granted, that means it still carries Cours du Soir, Jacques Tati’s delightful short film which was presumably made to offset a fraction of the costs of Playtime (since it makes fleeting, somewhat gratuitous use of the film’s movable skyscraper sets). The 30-minute feature is essentially a demonstration of Tati’s consummate skill as a pantomime artist, as he shows to an underachieving class how to mimic new smokers’ first puffs, the art of fly fishing, the many ways to ride horseback, and how to trip oneself up in three or fewer steps. Everything else on the disc is more explicitly in service of unpacking the Playtime legacy. Monty Python’s Terry Jones enthuses about his first time seeing the movie and marveling at its 70mm splendor. Critic Philip Kemp offers about 45 minutes’ worth of selected scene commentary. Tati’s career as both a director and the beloved M. Hulot both get dutifully covered in short documentaries, and Tati himself is heard in an archival audio interview. The only extra feature I’d have loved to see is a fully annotated dissection of the filming schedules and budgets.


Jacques Tati’s glorious film folly inches that much closer to the 70mm ideal in Criterion’s new Blu-ray.

Cast: Jacques Tati, Barbara Dennek, Georges Montant, France Rumilly, Reinhart Kolldehoff, André Fouché, Billy Kearns, Yves Barsacq, Nicole Ray Director: Jacques Tati Screenwriter: Art Buchwald, Jacques Lagrange, Jacques Tati Distributor: The Criterion Collection Running Time: 124 min Rating: NR Year: 1967 Release Date: August 18, 2009 Buy: Video

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