George and Georgette: A little dusty, but sweet enough

Is it worth your time?

Look, if you have a soft spot for black-and-white comedies where everyone speaks with a certain frantic elegance, sure. Give it a go. But if you need pacing that doesn't feel like a lazy Sunday afternoon, you will probably hate this. It’s definitely not for the modern crowd that needs a new plot point every five minutes. 📽️

The whole thing has this weird, detached energy. Like the actors know they’re in a play but the camera is trying to pretend it’s a real movie. Sometimes it works, sometimes it just feels like watching people rush around a stage.

Some thoughts while watching

• The way characters walk into rooms is just... intense. Nobody ever just enters. They *arrive*.
• There is a specific coat hanger in the background of one scene that looks like it’s been there since the dawn of time. I couldn't stop looking at it.
• The music is a bit much. It’s like it’s trying to tell you exactly how to feel, which is kind of insulting?

It reminds me a bit of the frantic energy in The Two Twins, where everyone is just a bit too loud for the room they are in. You can tell they were trying to capture that specific magic, but it mostly just feels like a lot of sweating under hot studio lights.

Cinematic perspective: Exploring the visual vocabulary of George and Georgette (1934) through its definitive frames.

There’s this one moment—I won't spoil it—where someone tries to hide behind a curtain that is clearly too thin. It’s supposed to be suspenseful, but I just laughed. It’s that kind of movie. You either roll with the silliness or you check your watch.

It’s not as polished as The Song of Songs, but maybe that’s the point. It’s rougher around the edges. It feels like a project that was made because it had to be, not because it was burning a hole in the director’s soul. Sometimes that makes for a better watch, honestly. No pretension.

Anyway, I finished it. I didn't hate it. That’s about as much as I can say. 🤷‍♂️