Show Business: Jack Tati

The man in the New York subway is clearly out of his depth. He boards it bearing a pretty bunch of posies and a confident smile; both disappear as the subway doors close on the posies. It takes him forever to figure out on which side of the train the doors will open next, and when he does, he is sandbagged by a horde of inrushing travelers. By the time the train clears and he can escape, he has fallen asleep on his feet.

By the normal standards of American slapstick, featuring a Skelton in...

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