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Mon Oncle, Jacques Tati (1958)

Other being a little too long there was absolutely nothing wrong with this film. If you know Tati and Monsieur Hulot then you know what to expect. It’s funny in the same way Modern Times is, except Tati’s character is trapped in consumerism and not only industrialization. It’s amazing how much Tati can convey about his main character with hardly any dialogue, it’s a real treaty against all the unnecessary things in life.