6.3/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.3/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Die Faschingsfee remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you are looking for something fast-paced or modern, run far away. This movie moves with the urgency of a snail crossing a salt flat. However, if you are a completionist for 1930s German musicals, you probably already own this on a grainy VHS somewhere. For the rest of the world, it is a curiosity, nothing more.
The whole thing is built on the classic 'who is behind the mask?' trope. It gets exhausting after about twenty minutes. Anny Ahlers is trying her best to hold the screen, but the script feels like it was written by someone who had never actually met a human being before.
Watching this reminded me a bit of the stuffy, overly-earnest tone you get in The Cat and the Fiddle. It has that same desperate need to be charming that just makes it feel kinda sad. It’s not necessarily bad, but it’s definitely not *alive*.
There is a moment near the middle where the dialogue just stops making sense entirely. People are shouting about debts and love interests, and I genuinely had to pause it to make sure I hadn't skipped a reel. It doesn't matter, though. The plot is just an excuse to get to the next costume change.
Honestly? The costumes are the only thing keeping the lights on. They are gaudy and ridiculous and clearly cost more than the script did. That’s not saying much. 🎭
If you want to see how far cinema has come, watch this. It makes even the clunky bits of The Third Alarm look like high-octane action. I don't know who this is for, but I hope they are happy with it.