Starring and directed by Jacques Tati, the film revolves around the bumbling but kind-hearted Monsieur Hulot, as he interacts with his relations and young nephew. We follow Hulot as he navigates through his life in France. His sister and brother-in-law live in an ultra modern home complete with automated machines, a fish-shaped fountain, and cold-looking furniture. In contrast, there’s the carefree Hulot whose only possessions seem to be his ever present pipe and umbrella. He struggles to cope with everything modern and bungles in his brother-in-law’s factory. However, most importantly he seems to enjoy life and he is liked by all including Gerard, his nephew. This film is enjoyable because of the little things. You have the often repeated theme that brings to mind Parisian cafes. There is satire, odd architecture, little dogs, the use of or the lack of sound, many caricatures, and most importantly of all Hulot himself. It would seem to me he bridged the gap between Chaplin and Keaton with Mr. Bean. Too bad more people do not know about him.