One of the Hulot clone characters does that instead. In these films, Tati shows us our world in transition, without making it into a dysfunctional nightmare, as in Godard's Science Fiction comic book of a movie. People adapt, every place that has happiness is magical, and the film ends with another crowded airport. This one transforms into a giant mechanized whimsical carousel. Cars, people and decor move up and down like carousel horses, and the woman's keepsake flower is mirrored in the teardrop streetlights outside the window of her bus.
Playtime exists out of time as far as cinema is concerned, a genre as yet uninvented.
Playtime almost none. For the record, it never for a moment looks cropped. 2 Playtime does have its duller passages, color-wise, but still looks pristine. And each has a pair of essays and a short interview with comedian-filmmaker Terry Jones. It's true, watching Tati by oneself is not the right way to enjoy a comedy.