5.7/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.7/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Ircin románek remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you have a very specific craving for black-and-white period pieces where everyone is wearing hats and acting slightly suspicious of one another. If you’re looking for high-octane excitement, go watch Destry Rides Again instead. This isn't exactly a rollercoaster.
It’s one of those movies that reminds me of finding a shoebox of old photographs in an attic. You don't recognize the people, but you appreciate that they existed once. It’s sweet, in a way. Even if it is a bit slow.
There’s a scene about halfway through—I think—where two characters are talking in a parlor. The camera just sits there. And sits there. I swear I saw one of the extras in the background trying not to blink for a full minute. It’s weirdly charming. It makes the whole thing feel human, not like some polished studio product.
The dialogue is thick with that old-fashioned theatrical rhythm. You can practically hear the writers trying to make every line sound like a quote for the history books. It doesn't always land. Sometimes it just sounds like people trying too hard to seem important. But that’s fine. It’s part of the charm.
It lacks the punch you get from films like The Twelve Chairs. It’s just… there. It sits on the screen and waits for you to care. Sometimes I did, sometimes I found myself checking my watch. It’s not trying to change the world. It’s just trying to finish its story.
Don't go in expecting a masterpiece. Expect a Tuesday afternoon watch. Maybe have some coffee handy. You’ll need it for the slower middle stretch. ☕️