Holiday is Jacques Tati's superfine intro to Monsieur Hulot, the French director's lovable alias and a magnet for pratfalls and faux pas. Whereas the character's later escapades would be city-based, here he's seaside with a pack of vacationers out for playtime and memories (which Hulot provides in spades). Like an impressionist painting of the campagne, an air of leisure and nostalgia coats the sweetly muted occurrences, with Tati shrugging off A-to-B plotting in favor of light, satiric episodes that tie in screwy boats, Chaplin, plenty of firecrackers, and a tennis serve that's simply automatic.