While staying at his sister's post-modernistic suburban home, Mr. Hulot (Jacques Tati) takes on all the pointless gadgetry and lifeless architecture while mentoring his nephew. Where Tati's M. Hulot's Holiday was breezy and affable this much admired follow-up is a meandering, tiresome, overlong obvious satire with few laughs but many good sight gags. The set design and photography are impeccable.
** 1/2 out of ****
