6.9/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 6.9/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. An All-Colored Vaudeville Show remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have an itch for early sound cinema and want to see how vaudeville looked before it vanished, sure. If you need a narrative or high-production values, you’re going to be bored in about thirty seconds. It’s a dusty, scratchy recording of talent that barely survived the jump to film.
There is this oddly clinical feeling to the way the camera just sits there. It doesn’t do much, just watches. You get a front-row seat to The 3 Whippets doing their acrobatics, and honestly, the floor looks hard as hell. I winced once or twice just watching them land. 🤸♂️
The Five Racketeers show up, and the audio quality is exactly what you’d expect from something this old. It’s tinny and crackly, but it’s got life. They back up Eunice Wilson for a bit before tearing into 'Tiger Rag'. It’s not smooth, but that’s the point, isn't it?
I couldn't help but compare the flat, stagey setup to the slightly more ambitious framing in Dressed to Thrill. This short doesn't try to hide its seams. It doesn't want to be a 'movie' in the sense of building a world.
The whole thing feels like a rehearsal that just happened to get recorded. The editing is basically nonexistent. Just cut, next act, cut, next act. It’s blunt.
It’s not trying to win an award. It’s just trying to document a Tuesday afternoon in a studio. Some of these acts probably never got another shot at a camera. That makes it feel heavy, even when the music is bouncy.
I’ve seen some other archival stuff like Screen Snapshots, Series 9, No. 23, and while those feel like glossy peeks into Hollywood, this one feels like a basement archive. It's grimy in a way that feels honest. 🎞️
Don’t go in expecting a cohesive show. It’s a series of disconnected fragments. Sometimes, that’s all you need.
