{"id":670,"date":"2009-07-03T10:15:45","date_gmt":"2009-07-03T09:15:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/?p=670"},"modified":"2009-07-03T10:15:45","modified_gmt":"2009-07-03T09:15:45","slug":"parade","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/2009\/07\/03\/parade\/","title":{"rendered":"PARADE"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"left\">\n<img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/review_parade.jpg?resize=150%2C150\" alt=\"Parade\" title=\"Parade\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" class=\"alignnone size-thumbnail wp-image-671\" title=\"Parade\" class=\"filmimage\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/review_parade.jpg?resize=150%2C150 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/review_parade.jpg?zoom=2&amp;resize=150%2C150 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<p class=\"caption\">\n<B>Format<\/B>: DVD <br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\n<B>Date:<\/B> 22 June 2009<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\n<B>Distributor:<\/B> BFI<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\n<B>Director:<\/B> Jacques Tati<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\n<B>Writer: <\/B> Jacques Tati<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\n<B>Cast:<\/B> Jacques Tati, Karl Kossmeyer<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\nFrance 1974<br style=\"line-height: 22px;\"><br \/>\n84 mins\n<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p class=\"copy\">\nIt is an honour for me to write about Jacques Tati, for whom I have felt unconditional admiration and affection since childhood. The only films for which I remember my father showing enthusiasm were Tati&#8217;s masterpieces <I>Jour de f&iacute;\u00aate<\/I> (1949), <I>Les Vacances de Monsieur Hulot<\/I> (1953), and <I>Mon Oncle<\/I> (1958). They enjoyed some mainstream success in British cinemas back in the days before our culture turned curatorial and they became pages in the annals of cinema history. (Amazingly, <I>Jour de f&iacute;\u00aate<\/I> found a distributor here before it did in France.) I believe that these comic visions of rural, seaside, and suburban France respectively were, for my father, a nostalgic link with his francophone youth. Their deployment of speech as sound rather than communication must give them a special resonance for anyone growing up in a foreign-language culture. I came to realise that my father&#8217;s fondness for the comedy of gesture with wordless sound, of misunderstanding, and of the absurd banal, were Tati-underpinned. These innocent forms of humour have long tended to seem dated: one would court embarrassment if one tried to enact the first, especially, in sophisticated company today. But the work of the master Tati defies cultural change and can still make cynical 21st-century metropolitans laugh like delighted children.<\/p>\n<p class=\"copy\">\n<I>Parade<\/I> is very different from Tati&#8217;s other films. It is ostensibly a real-time documentary record of a circus performance in a Swedish cinema. The performance that Tati shows us is not only that of the circus artists but also that of the audience, whose lurid hippy clothes are nicely captured on fuzzy colour-saturated film stock (mainly videotape, it appears). As filmmaking, <I>Parade<\/I> is surprisingly shoddy for a meticulous craftsman like Tati. His preference for dubbing sound afterwards (shared by many great filmmakers) is a key element in the art of his other films, but here is bodged. Eclectic techniques are employed. A camera weaving through backstage comings and goings is reminiscent of Altman or Tati&#8217;s friend Fellini. The &#8216;real&#8217; members of the audience are mingled with planted performers and cardboard cut-outs. A freaky rock group is filmed with wild abandon, which is surprisingly apt, though expressive more of bewilderment than excitement. In general, the blurring of the image, the crude editing, the abrupt switches from one kind of deteriorating film stock to another, from blazing to faded colours, all buy spontaneity at the price of coherence. In its whimsical, chaotic mood, its self-consciously studio-bound character, its visual punning and love of the incongruous, and its variety-bill structure, <I>Parade<\/I> is more reminiscent of anarchic British TV comedy like <I>Do Not Adjust Your Set<\/I> than of any cinema film.<\/p>\n<p class=\"copy\">\nTati is the comp&iacute;\u00a8re, benign presiding presence and modest star. He offers us five mime routines, dating back to his music-hall act of the 1930s. At the age of 65 he still executes them brilliantly. Although <I>Parade<\/I> cannot stand comparison with Tati&#8217;s best loved works, there are moments of genius in the film that amply justify its existence.<\/p>\n<p class=\"copy\"><I><B>Peter Momtchiloff <\/B><\/I><\/p>\n<div id=\"expander\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><I>Parade<\/I> is very different from Tati&#8217;s other films. It is ostensibly a real-time documentary record of a circus performance in a Swedish cinema.<br \/>\n<I><B>Review by Peter Momtchiloff <\/B><\/I><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-670","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dvds-and-blu-rays"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","wps_subtitle":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/surUP-parade","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1453,"url":"http:\/\/www.electricsheepmagazine.co.uk\/reviews\/2010\/12\/16\/two-films-by-jacques-tati\/","url_meta":{"origin":670,"position":0},"title":"Two films by Jacques Tati","author":"VirginieSelavy","date":"December 16, 2010","format":false,"excerpt":"Two holidays: a week at the seaside; and 24 hours in Paris. 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