Movies from the 1950s are as good as modern ones. The neat and simple layout of the wealthy area, coupled with the pink tones filtered by high-grade gray, seems to be lacking in complexity. Tati directly amplifies his tiredness of modern technology in the auditory language, electric doors and shark fountains. Every turn on and off, the hustle and bustle of automated kitchens, the noise in these modern minimalist environments is the murderer of alienation, hypocrisy, greed, vanity, and materialism. Like Mr. Luo, it is not necessary to say much, the language he communicates with the world is the heart. At the end of the film, Dad discovered the little fun in his son's life by whistling inadvertently. Father and son happily held hands together. At this moment, it seemed that we saw the exit that Tati opened for us. Inductive world.
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