Mr. Hulots sister keeps up appearances (and gadgets) and nudges her brother into her husbands plastics factory. The 1958 comedy confirmed Jacques Tatis modernist fascination and tight control over color, score, and noises as idiosyncratic as voices. Throughout, Tati is a joy to watch, an artist in motion: pipe, raincoat, stalking gait with a liquid lag, murmuring and awkwardly gallant. Note: This isn’t Mon Oncle, but Tati’s specially approved English-language version of the film. (NR) NICOLAS RAPOLD
Jan. 28-Feb. 3, 7 & 9:15 p.m.; Sat., Jan. 29, 4:30 p.m.; Sun., Jan. 30, 4:30 p.m., 2011
