7.2/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 7.2/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Come to Papa! remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you’re a total completist for this specific era of film. If you have zero patience for silent movies that rely entirely on aggressive pantomime, stay far away. It’s short, which is a mercy, but it moves with the grace of a brick.
I found myself wondering if anyone actually laughed at this stuff back then or if they were just happy to be sitting in a dark room away from their chores. The energy is frantic, almost panic-inducing. Everyone is moving like they’ve had ten cups of coffee before the camera started rolling. ☕
There’s a moment about halfway through where a character gets tangled in a curtain, and the film just... sits there. It lingers. It’s like the director forgot to yell cut, or maybe they just thought the sight of a man fighting fabric was the peak of human achievement. It’s weirdly hypnotic, in a bad way.
The staging feels cramped. Like they were filming in a closet. Compare the lack of space here to something like The Charleston, which at least felt like it had some room to breathe. Here, everyone is elbowing each other for a sliver of the frame.
It reminds me a bit of the frantic vibe in Moan & Groan, Inc., though with significantly less charm. You can see the gears turning behind the actors' eyes, and it’s not always pretty. They’re working so hard to sell these jokes that you can practically hear the sweat hitting the floorboards.
There is no subtlety. None. If someone is sad, they are sobbing with their whole torso. If they are angry, they are shaking their fists at the heavens like they’ve been personally offended by the sky. It’s almost impressive, in a terrifying sort of way.
I’m not saying it’s a total disaster. It’s just... very much a product of its time. A time where pacing was apparently just 'go as fast as possible until the film reel runs out.' Don't go in expecting a masterpiece. Go in expecting to watch people behave like total lunatics for twenty minutes.
