Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you like movies that feel like they were filmed in a single weekend with a lot of heavy lifting and very little budget, you’ll probably find something to love here. It’s definitely not for the crowd that needs high-stakes drama or tight, polished scripts. If you’re allergic to slow pacing or old-fashioned physical comedy, skip it. But, for a rainy Tuesday? It hits a weirdly specific spot.
The whole thing revolves around this tiny, sleepy inn trying to act like a five-star resort. It’s basically the definition of "fake it 'til you make it" taken to the absolute extreme. Grit Haid is doing a lot of heavy lifting here, and there’s a look on her face about halfway through the movie that suggests she’s just as confused by the plot as I was.
There’s a scene involving a tray of drinks that goes on for way too long. It’s honestly impressive how much tension they manage to build over a couple of glasses sliding toward the edge of a table. It feels less like a comedy set-piece and more like an endurance test for the audience.
It definitely lacks the polish you might find in something like The Married Flapper, but it has this scrappy energy that’s hard to hate. It reminds me a bit of the frantic pacing in The Patent Leather Pug, though clearly aiming for a much different audience. Sometimes the movie just stops moving forward and lets the scenery do the talking. I didn't mind.
The dialogue is often just people shouting over each other, which I guess is the intended joke. It works about 60% of the time, which is actually a pretty good ratio for this kind of stuff. 🏔️
I wouldn't call it a classic. It’s just a weird, dusty relic that happened to make me laugh when I really didn't expect to. Don't overthink it.
Year
1932
IMDb Rating
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