Play Time (1967) by Jacques Tati is a relatively unknown movie. It is a highly sophisticated visual comedy more than two hours long with nearly no dialogue, which probably explains why it was not a big success at the box office. However, the film is the best criticism of modern society that I have ever seen, and is still very relevant today. It is also a sharp criticism on modern architecture, both capturing the ideals of modernism and pointing at its delusiveness.
The movie confronts the reality of human condition to its modern idealization, culminating in a final scene where jazz and spiritedness defeat the meticulously planned urban environment, at least for the time of a dance. Play Time is a post-modernist masterpiece because it plays with the paradoxes of human existence – humour and derision being the only possible postures.
Here are two of the many places somehow reminiscent of the Play Time setting.