Jacques Tati's Academy Award winner for Best Foreign Language Film from 1958 is a very funny ode to a simpler and more organic way of life in the face of increasing technology and sterility. People describing it will inevitably use words like charming and quirky. I might also throw in delicate and possibly even wistful. Most of the movie plays like a silent comedy, and the majority of the humor comes from sight gags and physical pratfalls. I do think it overstays its welcome a bit by the time it's over. It's like ordering a dessert that you really enjoy but that is just two or three bites more than you want.
Review of My Uncle
