In the cold streets of Paris, dominated by steel and glass, Monsieur Hulot walks on, unsure where his steps will lead him. These massive offices and futuristic structures, woven like a labyrinth by modern society, are ready to swallow him whole. Jacques Tati brings this petrified setting—which leaves people alone in the midst of a mechanized world—to the silver screen with biting satire. In this landscape where American tourists get lost in large groups, a new chaos rears its head at every corner. The city’s chaotic rhythm echoes in spaces waiting to be completed and in the stubborn incompatibility of lives that barely cross paths.