Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

Honestly, only if you're a completist for 1930s fluff or you have a weirdly specific obsession with how radio studios looked back then. If you want a movie that actually goes somewhere, skip this. It's strictly for the folks who find comfort in the beige predictability of old studio comedies.
The whole thing hangs on the chemistry between the two sisters and these radio guys. Spoiler: the chemistry is about as strong as lukewarm tea. It just doesn't pop.
The comedians, played by Allen Cross and Henry Dunn, spend half the runtime doing impressions. At first, it's cute. By the third time they do a voice, I was looking for a volume knob on my own wall. 📻
They’re clearly talented in that vaudeville sort of way, but it feels like the director just said, "Keep doing voices until we hit the 70-minute mark." It gets repetitive, fast.
There’s a moment where they’re rehearsing a sketch, and the silence in the room between lines is just... weird. It’s like the actors forgot their cues, or maybe they were just waiting for a laugh track that never arrived.
It’s not quite as charming as The Cohens and Kellys in Trouble, which at least had the decency to lean into its own chaos. This one tries to be a bit too polite.
It’s a movie that exists. That’s about as far as I’ll go. If you want something with a bit more grit, maybe look at Probation instead. This is just a rainy afternoon time-killer. 🌧️
Don't look for deep meaning here. You won't find it. Just find a snack and zone out, because the plot is essentially a straight line that refuses to curve. I caught myself checking my watch, which is never a good sign.
Still, there's a weird sincerity to it. Nobody is trying to change the world here. They’re just trying to get through the script and go home. I can respect that.
Year
1935
IMDb Rating
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