I like movies.

1971
Oh Jacques Tati, you magnificent genius. With Trafic you’ve crafted yet another visual delight that holds the viewer’s attention like a magnet lest we miss one of your astute and playful insights. Yet trying to catch every single sight gag, every subtle jab at contemporary life, seems impossible. Watching one of your films can sometimes feel like chasing after bubbles. The point I suppose isn't to catch them all but maybe to just sit back and let them wash over…