In Jacques Tati’s film “Mon Oncle” from 1958, a dreamy Monsieur Hulot stumbles through the Villa Arpel, which is equipped with all manner of technical innovations. The modern home is the pride of Hulot’s sister and her husband. Their young son, however, is bored to death by his automated, sterile surroundings. Fortunately, his refined uncle sympathises with him – and amuses the viewer with his awkwardness in this cold, engineered world. It quickly becomes apparent that the house’s chief pur-pose…