6.6/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Midsummer Mush remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you've got fifteen minutes to kill and a soft spot for the kind of dusty, black-and-white comedy that feels like it was filmed in someone’s backyard, then Midsummer Mush is a fine little distraction. It’s definitely not for the person who needs high-concept stakes or polished pacing.
You’ll probably hate it if you get annoyed by characters who make consistently bad decisions just to keep a gag going. But hey, that's just the genre, right? 🏕️
There’s something weirdly charming about the way Charley Chase carries himself in this one. He’s got that specific, frantic energy that makes you feel like the whole scene might collapse if he stops moving for even a second.
The camping setting is mostly just a backdrop for people bumping into trees and falling over stuff. It reminded me a bit of the physical chaos in Hooedooed, though maybe a bit less focused.
The chemistry between the leads is… well, it’s mostly just them standing near each other while something falls over. I’m not saying it’s high art, but it’s got a heartbeat. It’s not trying to be A Modern Cinderella or anything that serious.
Honestly, the movie gets noticeably better when the campfire scene actually starts. Everything before that feels like the characters are just waiting for the cue to start running around. It’s an imperfect little relic, but it doesn't pretend to be anything else.
Some of the background extras look like they’re trying not to laugh at the blocking. I mean, can you blame them? It’s just people chasing each other in circles. Whatever. It works for what it is.