Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator
Honestly, only watch Nous marions Solange if you have a very specific appetite for 1930s French domestic dramedy. If you’re looking for something tight or fast, turn back now. You’ll probably hate it if you need a clear plot or modern pacing, but if you like watching people bustle around in old houses, maybe you’ll find it charming.
It’s not exactly a masterpiece of cinema. But it feels like a postcard from a time that nobody remembers anymore.
The whole movie feels like a stage play that forgot to leave the living room. Everything is centered on this obsession with getting Solange hitched. It reminded me a bit of the frantic energy in Dancing Mothers, though with way less glamour and a lot more shouting about dowries.
There is this one scene where they are all crowded around a table, and the lighting is just… aggressive. It makes everyone look like they’re hiding a secret. Maybe they are. Nobody seems to like each other very much.
The pacing is a bit of a mess. It stops and starts like a car with a bad transmission. There’s a moment in the second act where a character just stands by a window for way too long. It’s supposed to be contemplative, I think? It just felt like they forgot to yell cut. 😶
I caught myself looking at the wallpaper patterns more than the actors for a solid five minutes. They really loved those intricate floral prints back then.
It’s not as moody as Vampyr, obviously, but there is a strange, dusty quality to the whole thing that sticks with you. It’s not trying to save the world. It’s just trying to survive a wedding.
Not something I'd watch twice, but it’s definitely something that happened. If you’ve got nothing else to do and a tolerance for old-school French bickering, give it a go. Just don't expect it to change your life.

Year
1934
IMDb Rating
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