The film was directed and co-written by Jacques Tati. He also stars as Hulot; his leading character. In appearance, Mr. Hulot dons a trench coat, walks with a lurch, and is forever-smoking a pipe. Hulot is a bumbling idiot; and I suppose this is funny mainly because he isn't particularly "in" on the joke. I'll try to keep myself from spoiling any more of his misadventures in beach-wonderland; as I've already described a few, and they are indeed good misadventures. I guess you'll just have to see the movie for yourself. However, this isn't even the core of the film. The story is basically Mr. Hulot and his adventures; and that's about it. But his adventures are more like disasters, as Hulot himself can be described as a "human tornado". I'm not sure you've heard of the term, but I have, and it definitely applies to the character.

There is a recurring joke in the film. It is the satire of politics and culture; of France, I would say. Staying at the same resort as Hulot are some particularly snobbish people. They are the upper class residents of the country; rude, unaccepting, and annoyed when Hulot unknowingly leaves open the door and lets loose the ever-so-unknown substance known as air into the room. There is no specific plot, but the audience follows Mr. Hulot as he tries to enjoy his time, usually unsuccessfully. He spends his days trying new activities such as tennis and boating but always ends up causing chaos. Mr. Hulot's unruly antics, including mishaps on his tennis game and sunbathing habits, as well as incidents such as him scaring horses and disrupting people's picnics, make for some of the funniest scenes in the film.The problem that some people will have with the film is its pacing and plot. Actually there is no plot, its simply a collection of events while Hulot stays at the seaside resort. The pacing is leisurely with laughs coming after scenes of quiet beauty, and slice of life moments that seem to lead nowhere. Its like a week at the beach and moves at its own pace.

The laughs, when the come, are the sort to double you over with pain and tears in your eyes. Its wonderfully funny.There are few major cultural institutions left in London that Brit art historian, writer and broadcaster Tim Marlow hasn’t had a hand in shaping. Awarded an OBE in the 2020 New Year Honours for services to the arts, he founded Tate: The Art Magazine in 1993, spent more than a decade as director of exhibitions at White Cube Gallery and five years as artistic director of the Royal Academy of Arts, before taking on the top job at London’s Design Museum a year ago. You can catch him as host of the new TV culture show Sky Arts Late, but it’s the landmark Charlotte Perriand exhibition, opening in June, that he’s looking forward to most. ‘She’s one of the most important designers of the 20th century.’ designmuseum.org

So the film involves its titular character, Monsieur "Mr." Hulot, as he treats himself to a beach vacation. He stays at a beautiful resort and yes, he does indeed enjoy his stay. M. Hulot's Holiday is a French comedy film released in 1953. The film stars Jacques Tati, Nathalie Pascaud, and Micheline Rolla. It was directed by Jacques Tati who also wrote the screenplay along with Henri Marquet. It is an iconic film from the early years of French cinema, and it showcases Tati's unique style of visual comedy. The film follows Mr. Hulot, a middle-aged man who goes on a holiday to a quiet beachside resort town. During his stay there, he interacts with the other guests and locals, all of whom are either relaxing or trying to make the most of their vacation. Mr. Hulot's peaceful vacation, however, gets interrupted by his antics and the people around him. Again as I indicated it appears his entire life was inside of a 100 mile diameter circle, there's zero reason to believe he left the area to travel 900 miles all penniless and shit. Right from the outset, the film immerses viewers into the vacation scene, with shots of the morning sun, crowded city streets, and railway stations. The use of long and medium shots efficiently capture the arrival of different holidaymakers and gives viewers an insight into their personalities. This is a funny funny film. Whether you see it in English or French makes no difference since the entire story is told visually, so much so that the dialog, what little there is, is not needed.But how could I not like a film as satisfying as this? "Mr. Hulot's Holiday" allows us to peacefully drown in its depths; something that most of us will find very fun and very rewarding. Something tells me that those who are madly in love with today's line of mediocre comedy will not admire the film at all, and maybe I'm right. Every era has its good comedy; and so does every country. England had the great Charlie Chaplin, and the French had Mr. Hulot. Western State Hospital was a mental asylum, populated mainly by the poorest in Tennessee. Alcoholics were often committed to these asylums. The property also has two graveyards containing, and I quote, "hundreds of interments of patients whose remains were not claimed by family members". If he was blind and an alcoholic, it's safe to assume he didn't procreate, and if "Hedda" died before him that would probably mean there was nobody to inform about his passing.