Are you talking about Jaques Tati’s Play Time? That film is a
window into real human experience, a masterpiece of subtlety and style.
You, sir, are a philistine.
That is indeed the Playtime I speak of. If you map “subtlety and style” to vast sets wherein the most mundane of human experience is scaled to prolonged in-your-face portrayals of minutia and passing amusement, thus squeezing all but the extremes out of existence, then yes indeed I am a philistine. In a mad attempt to rescue this grand debacle, I can only explain the content as a view of the world thru an autistic’s eyes: when mental filters are removed and the totality of human perception is unavoidable, the normal range of social experience is lost amid the noise.
:-)
Now, what’s your excuse for liking it? Seriously, I’m trying to get why it’s such a big deal.