5.8/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.8/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. La bande à Bouboule remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you have a soft spot for really old, scratchy French comedies where people shout a lot. If you want something tight or logical, keep walking. People who love early sound-era oddities will probably find it charming, while everyone else might just get bored after ten minutes.
The whole thing feels like it was filmed in a backyard on a weekend. There’s no real heavy lifting here, just a bunch of folks trying to be funny while the camera stays mostly still. It reminded me a bit of the frantic, messy energy in The Saleslady, though this one is definitely more focused on the group dynamic.
There is this one scene where they are all just piling into a room, and the door hits the wall so hard I thought the set was going to collapse. Nobody reacts! It’s like they were used to the walls being made of cardboard.
It isn’t trying to be deep. It isn't trying to change the world. It’s just silly. Sometimes that’s enough, I guess, even if the pacing is all over the place. It doesn't have the grit of something like Battleship Potemkin—thank goodness for that, really.
The dialogue is fast, almost like they’re trying to finish the movie before the film reel runs out. It’s not poetic, it’s just loud. I caught myself squinting at the screen more than once trying to figure out who was actually talking in the wider shots.
It’s not a masterpiece. It’s barely a coherent story. But there’s something about the way they just commit to the nonsense that’s kind of refreshing. Don't go in expecting much, and you might actually have a laugh or two. Or you'll just take a nap. Either works. 🤷♂️