Directed by Jacques Tati
This is a long one. So long it's divided into three parts. This is the climactic scene in writer-director Jacques Tati's epic comedy masterpiece Play Time. Its threadbare plot involves the bumbling Monsieur Hulot and an American tourist exploring a stark, lifeless, technologically obsessed and ultra-modern version of Paris. It is filled with hilarious sight gags and pointed commentary on the dangers of losing one's humanity in the midst of concrete and steel in the name of "progress". This climactic scene where a restaurant that's really not quite ready decides to open for the night is real tour de force. I've seen this film around 5 times and each time I see something new, particularly in this scene where all proper pretenses are dropped and everyone just has a good time. I marvel at how masterfully this scene was shot, directed and edited.