Drop everything: "One of the ten greatest films of all time" (Jonathan Rosenbaum) returns in a rare 70mm print. A work of inexhaustible invention, Playtime cannot be seen too often or praised too highly. Tati's M. Hulot, affectless as ever, wanders through a Paris whose modernist maze of glass and steel teems with American tourists. He ends up at the opening of a chic new nightclub, which collapses, quite literally, into anarchy. (This awe-inspiring sequence took seven weeks to shoot.) Decor and design predominate in Tati's densely composed images of modern Paris; the frames abound with rigorously planned, simultaneous (and sometimes subliminal) gags, and the soundtrack is a precisely orchestrated musique concrète of clicking heels, whooshing chairs and cocktail music. Look at or listen to one thing and you'll miss another joke unfolding in another part of Playtime's teeming screen and soundtrack. "Among the greatest screen comedies of all time" (Vincent Canby, The New York Times); "Playtime is alone a lifetime's achievement — a film that liberates and revitalizes the act of looking at the world" (Dave Kehr).