6.4/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.4/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Mickey's Revue remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have seven minutes to burn and want to see how cartoons looked before everything became hyper-polished, yeah, give it a go. Folks who love animation history will dig it. If you’re looking for a tight story or anything resembling logic, you’ll probably hate it.
Mickey’s Revue is basically a stage show disaster. It’s loud, it’s frantic, and Mickey is just trying his best to keep the orchestra together while everything goes south.
Pluto is the real star here. He’s not the refined character he becomes later; he’s just a persistent, annoying dog crashing the party. He spends most of the time wandering onto the stage, sniffing things, and generally making a mess of the dance routine.
There’s this one moment where he keeps getting tangled in a dance sequence and honestly, it’s funny because of how impatient the other characters get. You can almost feel the animator's frustration in the lines.
The whole thing feels like a dress rehearsal gone completely off the rails. It’s not smooth, and it definitely isn't trying to be a deep work of art like The Heart of a Woman might aim for in its own way. It’s just gags.
Sometimes the rhythm of the music and the dancing don’t quite line up. It’s a bit messy, but that kind of adds to the charm, right? It feels like something drawn by humans with pencils, not a computer.
I caught myself noticing the background characters just hanging out. They look like they’re waiting for their turn to leave the set. It’s charmingly low-budget feeling.
Compared to something like Come Clean, this is much more focused on physical comedy and pure slapstick. It doesn't overstay its welcome. It gets in, does a few bits, and leaves before you get bored. 🐭
Maybe it’s not the best thing Disney ever did, but it’s got a pulse. That’s more than I can say for a lot of stuff I watch these days.