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Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator
If you're hunting for a plot, look elsewhere. But if you have twenty minutes to burn and want to see how a luxury hotel in Florida ended up becoming an egg-hatchery, you’re in for a treat. This isn't for people who need high-octane drama, but it's a goldmine for anyone who finds the mundane details of history fascinating.
It’s a strange little artifact. It feels like someone just emptied a dusty drawer of film reels onto a projector and called it a day. Honestly, that's its charm. There’s no grand message here, just a bunch of guys with cameras pointing them at whatever looked weird enough to make the news.
The hotel segment is easily the highlight. Seeing a place that was clearly built for high-society types now filled with crates of eggs? It’s just absurd. There’s no voiceover explaining the economics or the tragedy of the boom bust. They just show you the eggs, show you the hotel, and move on. It’s a very weird visual, like something out of a dream you’d have after eating too much cheese.
It reminds me a bit of the random visual texture in Our Daily Bread, where the reality of the work is more interesting than the script. You aren't watching actors; you're watching real life being strange.
Sometimes the footage lingers on a face in the crowd for way too long. The guy clearly doesn't know he's being filmed, and he looks bored, which somehow makes it feel more *real* than any blockbuster I've seen lately. It’s not trying to be Olympic Games, where everything is staged for the lens. This is just life, unpolished and messy.
I wouldn't call this a 'movie' in the sense that you sit down with popcorn. It’s more like finding a weird postcard in an antique shop. It doesn't need to be profound. It just needs to exist. And sometimes, that's enough. 🥚
Year
1936
IMDb Rating
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