Monsieur Hulot, filmmaker Jacques Tati's alter-ego, struggles with technological progress. Modern comforts seem cold and inhuman in a way which was unusual for the time at which Tati's movies were produced (e.g. Mon Oncle - 1958, Playtime - 1967) The films are caricaturing modernity and especially its architecture. Maybe Jacques Tati was too much a traditionalist?
Mon Oncle ("My Uncle"), 1958
Play Time, 1967