Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

Honestly, unless you are a die-hard fan of 1930s European cinema or just have a weird obsession with early sound design, you might find this a slog. If you like watching people in fancy clothes have very quiet, polite arguments, you're in the right place. Everyone else? You’ll probably be bored to tears within twenty minutes. 🙄
There is this moment where characters just sit around a table and the pacing completely dies. It feels like the director forgot to yell 'action' for about thirty seconds. It’s not profound, it’s just awkward.
The whole vibe reminds me a bit of the stuffy, overly careful energy in The Marble Heart, though with way more crackling audio. The movie tries to be sophisticated, but it often lands on 'stiff' instead.
I couldn't help but think about how much clearer the stakes felt in something like Chicago After Midnight. Here, the drama feels like it’s being held behind a velvet rope. You want to reach in and shake the characters to get them to just say what they mean.
It gets better when they finally stop trying to be clever. When the film leans into the messy, human stuff, it actually has a pulse. Too bad that doesn't happen until the very end.
Don't expect a masterpiece. Expect a museum piece that has some dust on it. It’s an interesting look at a different era, but it sure isn't winning any awards for excitement today. 🎞️