Suchi reviews Jacques Tati’s Playtime.
Playtime is set in Paris, but don’t go imagining bohemian boulevards or romantic cafes. It is the Paris of Ayn Rand: towers of glass and steel, living spaces made of planes and angles, and most of all, the glimmer of technology. The scenery looms large in the film, so much so that you see everything in a long, wide sweep of the camera. No close-ups, please!
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