Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you have a soft spot for grainy black-and-white dramas and don’t mind a script that leans heavily on grand gestures, you’ll probably find something to like here. If you’re looking for snappy, modern pacing or characters who actually have a rational conversation about their feelings? You’re going to hate it. It’s a movie that expects you to buy into the drama wholesale, no questions asked.
I’m not entirely sure why I sat through the whole thing, but there’s a strange, hypnotic rhythm to how these people move through rooms. Byron McGrath carries himself like he’s perpetually waiting for a tragedy to happen, which, to be fair, is basically his job description in this flick.
Watching this made me think about other period pieces like Probation or the slightly more chaotic Hollywood Goes Krazy. It shares that same weird, stilted DNA. It’s not quite as energetic as Rhythm, but it has its own slow-burn charm if you’re in the right mood.
There is this one scene—you know the one—where the lead finally stops talking and just stares into the middle distance for what feels like a solid three minutes. It’s painfully long. You can almost feel the director nudging the actor to *do something* to fill the silence. It doesn't work, but it’s kind of funny in a sad way. 📽️
I wouldn't call this a masterpiece or anything. It's just a movie that exists. Sometimes that’s enough, right? The actors are clearly trying their best with a script that probably looked better on paper than it did on screen. It’s messy, a bit hollow, and definitely not for everyone.
Just don't go in expecting a life-changing experience. Go in expecting to see some old-fashioned acting, some weird editing choices, and a lot of dramatic sighing. It’s a classic case of a film that thinks it’s being profound, but it’s mostly just being loud with its emotions.