Trying to describe the “plot” of A Hunting Day is not only hard, but futile. Its grace lays precisely in its unforeseeable, absurd quality, at times exceedingly so. Prior to their cinematographic existence, these camouflaged characters, or “the blondes”, were born in fertile scenic experiences, emanating from the Krapp Group. In the film, of course, Tati and Chaplin function as...