With no real plot and little in the way of character definition, "Playtime" exists as a two-hour exploration of Tati’s thesis about the dehumanizing implications of modern society.
The movie’s charm comes from its ability to conjure up the innocence of the twilight of childhood; its humor arises from the adult perspective of certain not-so-innocent things.
An effective recipe that's one-third Bruce Springsteen hagiography, one-third kitschy ‘80s recreation, and one-third feel-good father/son coming together.
The characters feel real and their circumstances are less an attempt to manipulate a viewer’s emotions than to offer a commentary on the social and cultural standards of the day.
Although it qualifies as solid entertainment for a 2019 family with its technically superior look, the film struggles mightily to find the magic that came so easily to its predecessor.
A much different breed of horror than one typically finds in multiplexes, trading in jump scares for something longer and lingering.
Even though Talbot opts for a quasi-humorous approach to the subject matter, the comedic edge can’t hide an underlying sadness about what this all means.
With a dose of comedy, a dash of romance, and some CGI-heavy battles, the film accomplishes what it needs to do.
Weaknesses aside, it’s a feel-good experience with more to recommend it than the obligatory nostalgia trip associated with half-century old songs.
A respectable afterthought sequel that is paradoxically welcome and unnecessary.