7.5/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 7.5/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Meseautó remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, if you want something that feels like a warm blanket on a rainy Sunday, yes. Meseautó is the kind of movie that just makes you happy, provided you aren't allergic to black-and-white comedies from the thirties.
If you prefer gritty realism or something with actual pacing, you'll probably hate this. It’s slow, it’s theatrical, and the plot is thin enough to see through. But that’s the point, really. It’s not The Untamed, and it doesn't try to be.
The whole premise of the rich guy hiding his identity to win over the girl is a trope older than dirt. But here? It feels different. Maybe it’s the way they look at each other. Or maybe it’s just that car. That car. Everyone wants the dream car, right?
There is this one scene where the dialogue just zips back and forth like a tennis match. You can tell the actors are having a blast. Sometimes the camerawork feels a bit stuck in one place, like they were afraid to move the tripod. It’s endearing, though.
I noticed a moment where someone nearly trips over their own feet. They kept it in the final cut! It’s such a small, human thing that you’d never see in a modern, slick production.
It’s funny how we compare stuff like this to The Extra Girl or even the weirdness of Lot in Sodom, but they don't even live in the same universe. This is purely about the dream. You know the one.
Sometimes the movie gets a little too cutesy for its own good. There are moments where the schmaltz factor hits 11. You just have to roll with it, or you'll lose your mind. 🚗
The ending is predictable, obviously. You don't watch a movie called Meseautó for the shocking plot twists. You watch it to see if the guy gets the girl and the car. He does. And you feel good about it.
It’s not a masterpiece. It’s just... nice. And sometimes, nice is enough.