Jacques Tati’s gloriously choreographed, nearly wordless comedies about confusion in an age of high technology reached their apotheosis with Playtime (1967; 2 hours, 4 minutes). For this monumental achievement, a nearly three-year-long, bank-breaking production, Tati again thrust the lovably old-fashioned Monsieur Hulot, along with a host of other lost souls, into a baffling modern world, this time Paris. With every inch of its superwide frame crammed with hilarity and inventiveness, Playtime is a lasting record of the modern confusion around what it means to be human in our modern world.

Free. Bring a picnic and your own seating. The film is shown outdoors at dusk, around 8:15 pm.

Image: Playtime, Jacques Tati, 1967