Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you want a movie that makes you feel like you’re sitting in a dusty theater watching a black-and-white postcard come to life, sure. It’s light, it’s fluffy, and it doesn’t try to solve the world's problems. If you need grit or something that actually moves the plot along with purpose, skip it. You’ll probably hate it if you get bored by old-timey musical setups where everyone is just a little bit too happy all the time.
There’s this moment early on where the manager is just spinning these wild lies, and you can see the sheer exhaustion in the eyes of the people listening. It’s funny in a way I don’t think they intended. It reminds me of the weird, frantic energy you find in So ein Flegel, where everything just feels a bit *too* staged.
Mártha Eggerth is basically the sun in this movie. She’s got that old-world star power where she can just look at a camera and make you forget the plot makes zero sense. The scenes inside the musical revue are honestly the only ones that feel alive. Everything else is just people walking through hallways and acting surprised by things that aren't actually surprising.
The farmer and his son show up, and it’s classic fish-out-of-water stuff. It feels like they walked out of a totally different movie—maybe something like The Jackeroo of Coolabong—and just got lost on the studio lot. They look so uncomfortable in those suits, and it works, even if the script treats them like props more than people.
I found myself wondering if they ever just stopped filming and had a coffee, because the pace is so manic it makes me tired. It’s not deep. It’s not trying to be Camille. It’s just a shiny, slightly broken toy from a long time ago. 🎶
Year
1935
IMDb Rating
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