Fancy a bit of adventurous childlike innocence while it’s still sunny? Mr Hulot is just the guy for you. Our clumsy companion embarks to the West coast of France to small village by the sea, to spend his holiday there just like many others with him. His arrival at the hotel is not without turbulence: His helpers in causing mischief are the wind, revolving doors, broken down cars, children, candy machines, paddling boats and so much more. Forget the old school slip-on-a-banana-slapstick, Tati delivers us real creativity when it comes to dialogue free comedy. As Mr Hulot stumbles from one malheur to another, one cannot but admire the elegance of his movements as he dances around his involuntary playmates. The sheer stature of him is enhanced by cropped trousers, making him look larger and clumsier but really, they are there so we can follow his gracefully moving feet even better. The enchanting manner in which he grabs us by the hand and takes us into his sweet, innocent world where basic household items become fascinating objects of magic and wonder, strikes the right balance between laughter and heartfelt nostalgia. Although in this case, nostalgia is a french dream and we can only wish, to create such a simple world full of innocent fun for ourselves.