6/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Honeymoon for Three remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have a soft spot for 1930s British comedies that feel like they were filmed in someone's living room, then sure. You’ll probably enjoy it if you like theatrical, high-energy slapstick. If you prefer your pacing to be anything other than 'everyone running in circles while shouting,' you’re going to hate this.
It’s a loud movie. Like, really loud. Everyone is constantly shouting their lines as if the microphone was located in the next county over. Stanley Lupino is doing a lot of heavy lifting here, and you can see him sweating through the effort of trying to keep the momentum going.
The whole plot hinges on a very antiquated idea of 'stolen virtue.' It’s the kind of premise that makes you roll your eyes at the screen, but then the chaos takes over and you stop thinking about the logic. There’s a specific sequence involving an angry father that feels like it went on for about ten minutes too long. You can literally watch the actor waiting for his cue to stomp his foot again.
It reminded me a bit of the frantic energy in Storm in a Water Glass, though maybe a bit less polished. It doesn't have the same bite, but it’s got that same 'we need to resolve this mess in the next five minutes' energy.
Little things I noticed:
It’s not a masterpiece. It’s barely even a 'good' film by modern standards. But there’s a genuine, sweaty desperation to the humor that feels oddly honest. It’s like watching a stage play that’s falling apart in real-time, which is sometimes more fun than a perfect movie.
Don’t go in looking for a deep story. Just watch it for the weird, slightly frantic rhythm of people trying their absolute best to be funny in a world that doesn't quite make sense anymore. It’s a weird little time capsule. 🕰️
