The unique style of Jacques Tati's humor requires some adjustment. His jokes are almost all sight gags, and they often occur in corners of the screen where they're easily missed. Not only do his movies welcome repeat viewings, but they practically demand them. Tati has better films, but "Trafic" is certainly worthwhile. The story is more linear than his usual plotless, environment-based comedy -- his alter ego Mr. Hulot, a glamorous publicist (Maria Kimberly), her shaggy lapdog and another colleague or two are caravanning from Paris to Amsterdam for a car show. A truck carries their precious cargo: a small camper rigged with all sorts of delightful hidden conveniences (shower, barbecue, picnic table, bed, etc.) But multiple comic mishaps occur on the road and threaten to prevent the group from arriving in time. The first half-hour is a bit dull, but the action eventually picks up. The scene where the car's gadgets are revealed is the highlight, but other notable bits include a recurring joke about giveaway plaster busts, a prank to convince the publicist her dog is dead (it's funnier than it sounds) and a clever illusion where a baby's naked bottom is mistaken for a woman's cleavage.

Seriously what's so great about this movie?