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6/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Everything's Ducky remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you're a completist for early slapstick or just have a weird soft spot for guys shouting at pots. If you have zero patience for the kind of humor that relies on characters being aggressively stupid, stay far, far away. This isn't exactly The Bride's Relations—it’s much louder and a lot less focused.
The whole thing feels like a stage act that someone forgot to edit down. Bobby Clark and Paul McCullough are clearly working hard, but man, they are *exhausting* to watch for long.
They go door-to-door, and the way they handle these pans... it’s like watching a wreck in slow motion. At one point, a pan goes flying, and the reaction shot from the poor homeowner is just priceless. It lasts maybe half a second too long, which makes it way funnier than it probably should be. 🍳
There's this one moment where they start a demonstration and the kitchen just… disintegrates. It’s not graceful, it’s not smart, but it’s loud. You can almost see the gears turning in their heads, trying to remember the next bit of dialogue before the props fall apart again.
It’s not trying to be a masterpiece. It doesn't have the grit of The Bad Man or the weird pacing of The Man Who Played God. It just wants to throw a lid at your head and hope you laugh.
Sometimes you just need to watch two guys fail at sales. It’s not great art, but it’s definitely something you can’t look away from, even when it gets super uncomfortable. Just don't ask me to explain the plot. There isn't really one. It's just noise, pans, and a lot of frantic running. 🏃♂️💨