6.1/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.1/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Min kone er husar remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you have a massive soft spot for old Danish comedies or really, really love horses. If you are looking for anything resembling a grounded plot or characters who act like actual humans, you will probably hate it. It is pure, unfiltered fluff from a different era.
The whole movie kicks off with Mona just trying to get to her riding lessons. Then Karl Johan shows up in his car, acting like he’s the only person on the road. It’s the kind of aggressive courtship that would get you a ticket today, but here it’s supposed to be charming.
It’s not quite as energetic as The Riding Rascal, even though they share that same odd obsession with equestrian lifestyle. Sometimes the film just stops to let a character pose, and I found myself checking my watch. It happens more than once.
Marguerite Viby is doing a lot of heavy lifting here. She has this way of reacting to the chaos that makes you think she knows how silly the script is. She keeps the whole thing from sliding into total nonsense. Mostly.
There is this one scene involving a car door that feels like it goes on for an entire decade. It’s supposed to be a joke about being stubborn, but it just feels like the actors forgot their next lines. I’m not sure if it was a technical mistake or a creative choice, but it’s stuck in my head now.
Comparing this to something like The Drivin' Fool feels unfair, but they both share that 'car-as-a-personality-trait' energy. It’s a bit thin. It’s a bit dusty. But if you’re into the history of these things, it’s a weird little time capsule 🐴.