France Rumilly

In this daring masterpiece, Jacques Tati expands his critique of societal conformity to a majestic scale. Built over three years, his colossal set—known as Tativille—presents a glass-and-concrete vision of Paris, in which ennui and chaos wondrously melt into an idiosyncratic symphony of modern life.

The bungling inspector Cruchot finds himself trying to save the residents of St. Tropez from some oil-drinking humanoid aliens. The only way to tell the aliens from the real people, besides their constant thirst for oil-products, is that they sound like empty garbage cans when you touch them. Chaos is ahead.