Trafic

Everyone is incapable of dealing with the modern world, but Mr. Hulot is even worse off than the rest of us. He's handicapped by his good intentions.

...its meticulously framed images are stuffed with the recognizably choreographed chaos, entropic mayhem and long-lens potshots at humanity fumbling with mechanization that are its ringmaster's signature.

Tati's humor is rooted in mime, and can be appreciated as danceas much as comedy...

There's a balletic car crash, a faux-dead-dog gag, a joke involving a baby's bare bum, and...oh, treat yourself and see it.