There never was an actor like him in France: always nervous, on the edge of blowing up, vain, miserly... he can be a chore to watch, but sometimes he keeps you entertained with his frenetic neuroses. This time he's a rich industrial who has to expand his productive capacity when he gets a big order, and how he does it is a marvel to behold: he turns most of his house into a plant, with machines working day and night even in his bedroom. Annie Girardot as his wife has a few good lines; she lets him know his marriage is doomed if things don't improve at home.
This movie is like a tribute to Jacques Tati; maybe in some ways it's better than a typical Tati invention. The hijinks revolving around assembly lines are very funny. But the story is not interesting.
This movie is like a tribute to Jacques Tati; maybe in some ways it's better than a typical Tati invention. The hijinks revolving around assembly lines are very funny. But the story is not interesting.