Jacques Tati’s Playtime & the Hunt for the Blue Flower

“His parents were already in bed and asleep, the clock on the wall struck its uniform beat, the wind whistled by the rattling windows; the room was periodically brightened by the gleam of the moon. The youth lay restlessly in his bed and thought about the stranger and his tales. ‘It isn’t the treasure that has aroused such an inexpressible yearning in me,’ he said to himself. ‘I am far from greedy: but I long to behold the blue flower…...