6/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Go Into Your Dance remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like old-school musicals where the guy is basically a nightmare of a person but we're supposed to root for him anyway, then sure, go for it. If you have zero patience for mid-30s melodrama or Jolson's, uh, unique energy, you might want to skip this one. It's not exactly a hidden gem, but it’s got a weird pulse.
Al Jolson is playing Al Howard, a guy who acts like he owns the sidewalk even when he's broke. He’s the kind of character who borrows money from guys you definitely shouldn't borrow money from. It makes you wonder how he ever made it in Broadway at all.
Then there's Ruby Keeler. She's the anchor here, trying to keep the whole thing from floating away into total absurdity. When they dance together, the movie actually feels like it has a point.
There’s this one moment where Jolson is just too much. He’s singing, he’s pleading, he’s basically trying to swallow the camera. It’s fascinating, honestly. You can see the sheer effort he’s putting in to make us like a guy who just got his sister blacklisted. It's a bold strategy.
If you enjoy this kind of vintage chaos, you might also find some weird common ground with Say It with Music or even the strange pacing of Up for Murder. They don't make them like this anymore, and honestly, maybe that's for the best. But for a Tuesday night? It’s fine.
Also, Patsy Kelly is in this for a bit. She’s the only one who seems to know what movie she’s actually in. She’s great. I wish she had more screen time. 🎭
The finale feels like it’s trying to solve all the world’s problems with a spotlight and a tap dance. Does it work? Not really. Did I laugh? Yeah, maybe a little.