by Ryland Walker Knight
All you need to know, maybe, about this thing is right here: how space is arranged for a laugh, and a rhyme. What struck me most yesterday was how, for all the angles jutting across Tati's 70mm widescreen frame, the movie is so much about internal movement. Form arises from the pinballing nuclei of action within the four borders. It's film as combustion! It should bust you up as much as it roils and romps around those arenas of idiocy. And, as Matt and Glenn and Keith and I talked about afterwards, it's a friendly and hilarious reminder that the world is way fucking bigger than you.