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Jacques Tati, wearing his familiar slouch hat, macintosh and smoking his pipe, goes into a large, modern building and addresses a group of eager men on the techniques of humorous observation.

They don't get it, of course, because that's the message Tati sent in his celebrated films: that people are obsessed with how to do things and the trappings of success, whether it be a vacation at a well-regarded hotel at a fashionable resort, or a giant metal fish fountain in a tiny garden; not for M. Hulot, who goes about his pursuits in a way that interests him.

And so while his students watch Tati do quick impressions of various sorts of tennis players, they fail in the practical aspects of his study. They fail to bump into walls convincingly, then argue among themselves about that failure.