6.1/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.1/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Let's Fall in Love remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, you probably already know if you are going to like this. If you want a light, breezy, and frankly silly look at 1930s Hollywood, jump right in. But if you get annoyed by plots that fall apart the second someone asks a simple question? Skip it. It’s not trying to be Lonesome, that’s for sure.
The whole premise is just absurd. A director is in a panic because his lead actress quit, so he grabs some random girl and decides she's now Swedish. Just like that. It’s the kind of logic that only exists in movies where everyone wears suits at dinner.
There is a scene where they are trying to teach the lead to sound 'authentically' Swedish, and it’s genuinely funny. Not because it’s brilliant, but because it’s just so desperate. You can practically see the sweat on the director's forehead.
It reminds me a bit of the frantic energy in Buck Privates, though with way fewer laughs. It’s just fluff. But sometimes, fluff is exactly what you need on a Tuesday night.
The supporting cast is doing a lot of heavy lifting here. Honestly, the lead actors would be lost without them. There’s a specific look one of the side characters gives in the second act—like he’s genuinely questioning his life choices—that was the highlight for me. Nobody else seemed to notice it.
The film isn't trying to change the world. It’s just trying to keep the lights on and the audience smiling. It mostly succeeds, even if the ending feels like it was tacked on because they ran out of film stock. 🎞️
Is it a masterpiece? Hardly. Is it a fun way to kill time? Sure. Just don't think about the logistics of the whole 'fake identity' thing for too long. You'll get a headache.