7.2/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 7.2/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. King of the Mardi Gras remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have seven minutes and a soft spot for Fleischer Studio’s weird, jittery brand of animation, then absolutely. It’s perfect for people who like their cartoons slightly unhinged. If you hate rubber-hose limbs or Popeye’s mumble-talk, you’re gonna have a bad time. 🎡
The whole thing feels like a fever dream of mid-30s carnival vibes. Popeye and his rival—a guy who is basically just a giant, sentient mountain of muscle—are shouting over each other to lure customers in. It’s loud, it’s frantic, and the background art has that dusty, lived-in feel you don't really see anymore.
That roller coaster sequence? Man. It’s complete mayhem. There’s a moment where the tracks just kind of… give up on being tracks. It’s less physics and more pure panic, which is honestly the best way to watch these old shorts.
It’s not a masterpiece, but it doesn’t try to be. It’s just Popeye being Popeye. Sometimes he’s a sailor, sometimes he’s a midway barker, and sometimes he’s just punching a guy into orbit. You really can’t ask for much more on a rainy afternoon. 🥬
I noticed the crowd in the background just keeps looping the same three movements. It’s funny once you spot it, but then it starts to look like a glitch in the simulation. Maybe they were all just really tired that day.
The ending is pretty standard fare. You know exactly what happens when the spinach can comes out. Still, seeing it happen is like a warm blanket. Comforting, in a weirdly aggressive way.