According to information we’ve consulted this film basically drove Mr. Tati to bankruptcy - production costs (mainly for the set’s constructions. But the truth is that this film is a masterpiece and the commercial fail can only be explained because people don’t want to see their own future. Because this film is a window to the future - it’s like Fordism and standardization are the main concepts in the future century’s transforming the ordinary day-by-day life in some sort of melancholic routine where humans will be like automatized robots only responding to their duties and perhaps the only freedom for being happy happens in a place that’s ultimately is so fake that literally falls into pieces. Everything is so neat and clean to the naked eye but the little flaws like the title floor at the restaurant, the screen at the apartment, when the girl tries to take a picture of the florist and everybody just keeps bothering her and at the end she’s the one whose picture is taken along with the florist whom she thought to be “So Paris”, right in the middle of a gray, soulless city, she finds in a corner of the busy street a human element - an old woman and her tiny flower bench, indeed this might be “So Paris”.
Of course in this film, Tati prevents us for the consumerism and the consequences of that, but that’s pretty obvious so we would like to talk about the color and the “forms” of the film.
The abuse of the grey color as a purpose.The grey color often is related to the unemotional elements, it’s neutral and also related to the excessive perfection and melancholy. Well it’s justified now the perfect use of the grey color in the film, besides the color patterns used enrich the film itself with a mood, energy and visual that make it unique at the eyes of the viewer.
The equal geometric forms are associated with the concept of mass construction, consumerism and standardization that leads us (people in Paris) to a path of indefiniteness as a singular person and “patternization” as a Human being.
Like the cars movement in the roundabout, spinning around it, slowly until it comes to an end, that’s the people’s life in Paris. Spinning through the years, working in little cubicles, living in small apartments, ordinary lives, ordinary people.
"Playtime" (1967) directed by Jacques Tati