5.9/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.9/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Ladies Crave Excitement remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you love fast-talking 1930s reporters who yell into giant telephones, you will have a blast with this. But if you hate screeching car tires and paper-thin plots, run away now. 🎥
It is basically a very loud hour of people running around trying to get photos of things.
Evalyn Knapp plays the rich girl who is bored out of her mind. She meets Norman Foster, who plays a photographer who behaves like he drank ten cups of coffee before every take.
Honestly, Foster's energy is a bit terrifying. He does not walk into a room; he sort of crashes through the door like a human bowling ball.
There is a hilarious moment early on where a guy is trying to eat a sandwich in the background. I couldn't stop watching him chew because he looked so genuinely confused by the actors yelling next to him.
The plot is supposed to be about some big scoop, but mostly its just an excuse for car chases.
The cars in 1935 looked like giant metal bathtubs, which makes the high-speed chase scenes look incredibly goofy. You can literally see the canvas backdrop moving behind them during the close-ups.
Unlike some of the heavier stuff from this era, like Beggars in Ermine, this one does not care about lessons or morals. It just wants to go fast.
We need to talk about Evalyn's hat. It is so wide it looks like she is trying to pick up radio signals from outer space. 📡
It tilts at this crazy angle that must of blocked the camera light half the time.
Also, there is a character who talks entirely in sports metaphors. After about five minutes of this, you want to throw a shoe at the screen.
But that is the charm of these quick B-movies. They do not overstay their welcome.
At barely 70 minutes, it is over before you can even get bored.
It is not a masterpiece, but it is a fun little time machine.