6.5/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 6.5/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Betty Boop and the Little King remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, unless you are a die-hard fan of Fleischer Studios or have a weird, deep interest in how 1930s comic strips bled into one another, you might find this one a bit thin. It is barely a story. It is more of a vibe.
If you like your cartoons weird, quiet, and slightly nonsensical, you will probably dig it. If you need a plot that actually moves from A to B without getting distracted by a dancing king, you will hate it. 🤷♂️
Seeing Betty Boop pop up alongside The Little King feels like a fever dream. The Little King is this silent, pantomime-heavy guy who just sort of floats through his own life, and then there is Betty, who is pure kinetic energy and jazz-age sass.
It is strange to see them in the same frame. It is like watching a silent movie actor try to have a conversation with a talkie star.
It definitely lacks the cohesion you see in something like 42nd Street, where every frame feels like it has a specific, grand purpose. Here, it is just playfulness for the sake of it. Maybe that is enough.
There is a moment where the King does this little shuffle, and it is weirdly hypnotic. It reminds me of the aimless energy in July Days, where the atmosphere matters way more than what is actually happening on screen.
The sound design is just… noisy. It is not necessarily bad, but it is busy. It feels like every time someone moves, there is a trumpet blast or a snare hit. It is exhausting, but kind of fun if you don't overthink it.
I left this short feeling like I just watched a commercial for a product that never existed. It is charming, sure. But it is definitely a minor entry in the Betty Boop catalog. 🎺
