Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you find yourself glued to those old newsreel archives on YouTube, yes, absolutely. But if you’re looking for a plot that actually goes anywhere, you’re going to be bored to tears within fifteen minutes.
It’s a loud, frantic, and occasionally dusty experience that feels more like a history project than a narrative film. Modern audiences will probably think it's just a bunch of grainy noise, but there is a strange charm to how serious they take the business of filming a flood.
There is a lot of yelling in this movie. Mostly men in suits telling other men in suits to get the camera positioned right before the levee breaks or the ground shakes.
It reminds me a little bit of the energy you get in Vitaphone Troupers, where everyone is just kind of performing for a medium that was still figuring out how to handle itself. The sense of urgency is dialled up to eleven even when nothing much is happening.
There’s a scene where they’re trying to film a storm and the camera tripod keeps sliding around in the mud. It’s clearly not meant to be a comedy beat, but I couldn't help but laugh at how much effort they put into keeping the frame steady while the world was supposedly ending.
The sound mixing is just… brutal. You have these sweeping orchestral scores clashing with what sounds like a vacuum cleaner running inside a tin can. It’s glorious.
The movie doesn't really have a 'final act.' It just sort of stops. Like they ran out of film or the cameraman finally got tired of being wet and went home for dinner.
It lacks the narrative punch of a real drama, but it has more soul than something like Screen Snapshots, Series 15, No. 6. It wants you to care about the profession of journalism, even if it’s mostly just people standing in puddles.
Don't expect a masterpiece. It's a snapshot of a time when everything had to be a 'thrilling scene of devastation.' It’s weird, it’s short, and it’s probably the most honest look at how messy early documentary work really was. 🌊🎥

IMDb 7.4
1934