Film

Mon Oncle

Name: Mon Oncle
Genre: Comedy
Released: 1958
Cast: Jacques Tati, Jean-Pierre Zola, Adrienne Servantie, Lucien Frégis, Betty Schneider

Mon Oncle is Jacques Tati's gentle satire of modern living, told almost entirely through visual gags instead of dialogue. Rumpled, kindly Monsieur Hulot drifts between his crumbling old neighbourhood and his sister's sterile, gadget-stuffed suburban villa. It's slow, silly, and beautifully choreographed — closer to ballet than sitcom. Perfect for anyone who loves comedy built on timing, colour, and architecture rather than punchlines.

TMDb rating

7.4

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