Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you’re looking for a narrative, look elsewhere. You won’t find a story here, just a parade of famous faces from the Broadway circuit of the early thirties.
It’s worth watching if you’re a history nerd or just want to see what Jack Benny looked like when he was still trying to figure out his persona. If you’re the type who gets bored when people aren't shooting at each other or driving fast cars, you’ll hate this. It’s just people talking and performing in short, sharp bursts.
There’s something genuinely charming about how raw this feels. It doesn't have the glossy polish of later studio fluff. You can tell Ted Husing is just standing there trying to keep the energy up while everyone shuffles in and out of frame.
The pacing is… frantic? It feels like the director was terrified the audience would blink and walk away. It jumps from Al Jolson to a prize fighter like Max Baer without a single care for how these worlds actually connect.
It reminded me a bit of the disjointed energy in The Prizefighter and the Lady, though much, much shorter. At least here you don’t have to sit through a whole plot to get to the good bits.
The whole thing feels like a prototype for modern clip shows. It’s not trying to win an award. It’s just trying to say, "Hey, look at these people!"
There’s a specific moment where the audio gets a little crunchy and you can hear the background noise of the stage. That’s the good stuff. It makes you feel like you're actually sitting in the back row of a theater that doesn't exist anymore. 🍿
Don't overthink it. It's a relic. Just watch the suits and the hats and wonder how these people ever thought that much pomade was a good look for a daytime interview.
Year
1935
IMDb Rating
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