7.2/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 7.2/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. La señorita de Chicago remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you've got a soft spot for silent era antics and don't mind a movie that feels like a fever dream from 1929, sure. It’s light, it’s short, and it's definitely not trying to reinvent the wheel. If you need a plot that makes sense or characters that behave like real human beings, maybe steer clear. This isn't exactly The Seats of the Mighty in terms of ambition.
Watching Linda Loredo work is the main draw here. She’s got this way of moving that makes the whole screen feel just a little bit brighter, even when the gags are hitting the floor with a dull thud. There's a scene near the middle where a door slams and someone trips—it goes on for about three seconds too long and it’s honestly the highlight of the whole thing.
The pacing is all over the place. One minute we're in the thick of a chaotic misunderstanding, and the next, everyone is just standing around looking confused. It feels less like a directed movie and more like a group of people having a very specific, weird afternoon in a studio lot.
I couldn't help but compare the general lack of stakes to something like A Champion Loser, where the goofiness actually carries the weight. Here, things just sort of... happen. You can almost feel the camera operator getting bored during the wide shots. It’s oddly endearing, though.
I’m not saying it’s a masterpiece. It’s barely a meal. But there’s a flicker of something human in the way the actors look at each other before a punchline. They know the script is nonsense. You can see them fighting the urge to crack a smile. That's the real movie right there. 🍿
It’s not trying to change the world. It’s just trying to fill fifteen minutes of screen time. In that, it succeeds just enough to make me glad I clicked play. Sometimes, that’s all you really need.