Gai Dimanche!

There’s nothing like the circus, Rhum (“de Medrano”) et Tati emerge from the Métro after a night’s sleep and conceive a tour of the country with other people’s clientele (British) and money.

That’s the massive satire that floats along through Tati’s jour de fête to Play Time, a gross imposition handled spectacularly (cf. for the title’s sake Truffaut’s Vivement dimanche!).