I have seen three films of Jacques Tati: "Mr. Hulot's Holiday", "My Uncle" and "Playtime", in which he is called Hulot (also translated as Hulot, Hulo's).
Mr. Hulot is as elegant as the French aristocratic pilot in Jean Renoir's "The Grand Mirage", with a hint of clumsy humor and polite good-heartedness. He is so lonely and so warm, showing some kind of restrained happiness in the age of material alienation and in the prudish crowd.
And now he has reproduced the screen in an animated way, which is a miracle in today's almost only erotica and violence.
The magician in the film might as well call him Hulot. It is worth mentioning that at more than 67 minutes, the magician ran into the theater in order to avoid Alice and the youth who were dating, and it was "My Uncle" that was played. With each other, this scene is full of fun.
Hulot in "The Magician" is not alone as usual, but has a little girl who admires him and follows him, and a rabbit who only loves to bite. And as a magician, he is also very dexterous, and can conjure all kinds of things to make people happy.
However, he was still the same Huluo, with exaggerated steps, powerless against those mechanical instruments, never sad or annoyed no matter what the situation was, trying his best to make people happy and willing to share with others.
Hulot's magic has no language, it is such a light and calm change, this kind of skill can only be amazed by naive children and those who know how to appreciate it. But this is an era of grandstanding and hoarse, when the rock singers make crazy noises that make the audience scream.
Quiet performances can no longer win applause and livelihoods. And in such an era that relies on sound stimulation to win eyeballs, there is actually no magic anymore - that kind of magic that waits quietly and lifts weights to achieve.
The poster who took out and took back the poster from the scroll again and again, the rabbit that was finally released into the mountains, and the girl who was with the young man at the end, are all just the inevitable addition of the age and the persistence and kindness of Mr. Hu Luo.
On the train that finally left, Mr. Hulot made a pencil magic for the little girl who was sitting next to her mother. Hulot always wants to bring a little joy wherever he is, and this perseverance may be a kind of magic that lights up some people's lives.
In the end, Mr. Hulot was alone, he was a wanderer, he met people, and he treated each other gently. He has traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, but does not hinder anyone, he does not know magic, but his existence is a miracle in the world of ruthlessness and selfishness.
What is hidden in his heart will never be known.
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