A three-part story that sits in the crossing of Fellini, Tati, Chaplin, Buster Keaton, Dali, Laurel & Hardy, and (in the future tense) Monty Python, Wes Anderson and the Zucker Brothers, this is just so dense with sight gags, visual puns, slapstick shenanigans, and general tomfoolery, that it’s hard to blink.
Yes, the first part, shot as a silent film with a lot (a LOT) of sound effects, is where this tight choreography really shines the best, but as the story progresses toward its oddly bittersweet ending, it doesn’t lose a lot of pace.
The concept of the Circus as a grand metaphor for existence was a popular one in film in the 1960s, but Etaix looks right at home in the circus sequences, with the quick-change bam-boom bits landing like they should, and the supporting cast delivers admirably.
It’s a genuine masterpiece, there is a solid heart at its core, and I highly doubt I will ever again see a film delivered with this pace, skill, and, yes, gags upon gags upon gags. Upon gags. Upon gags.
A three-part story that sits in the crossing of Fellini, Tati, Chaplin, Buster Keaton, Dali, Laurel & Hardy, and (in the future tense) Monty Python, Wes Anderson and the Zucker Brothers, this is just so dense with sight gags, visual puns, slapstick shenanigans, and general tomfoolery, that it’s hard to blink.
Yes, the first part, shot as a silent film with a lot (a LOT) of sound effects, is where this tight choreography really shines the best, but as the story progresses toward its oddly bittersweet ending, it doesn’t lose a lot of pace.
The concept of the Circus as a grand metaphor for existence was a popular one in film in the 1960s, but Etaix looks right at home in the circus sequences, with the quick-change bam-boom bits landing like they should, and the supporting cast delivers admirably.
It’s a genuine masterpiece, there is a solid heart at its core, and I highly doubt I will ever again see a film delivered with this pace, skill, and, yes, gags upon gags upon gags. Upon gags. Upon gags.