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6/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Rasmines bryllup remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you're the kind of person who finds comfort in old, slightly dusty comedies where everyone is shouting a little too loud, Rasmines Bryllup might actually work for you on a rainy Tuesday. If you have zero patience for theatrical stage acting transferred to film, or if you find the whole 'maniacal local patriarch' trope exhausting, you can skip this one without losing sleep.
Johannes Meyer plays Mikkelsen like he's trying to win a contest for who can scowl the most in a single hour. It’s a performance that doesn’t just chew the scenery—it eats the furniture, the curtains, and probably the camera crew too. Honestly, it’s kind of impressive in a very loud way.
The plot is a tangled mess of weddings and business deals, which reminds me a bit of the frantic energy in Husbands' Reunion. Everyone is running around trying to outsmart the old man, but half the time they just look like they're trying to remember their lines while walking into walls.
There’s a strange, hollow feeling to some of the indoor sets. You can tell they were just painted flats, and at one point, I’m pretty sure I saw a door handle wiggle in a way that suggested it wasn't attached to anything. It’s those little moments of cheapness that I actually kind of love.
It doesn't have the grand, swashbuckling sweep of something like The Three Musketeers, and it’s not trying to be. It’s just a small, cranky comedy about people trying to get married. Sometimes that's enough.
Is it perfect? Hardly. The pacing drags whenever Mikkelsen isn't on screen yelling at someone, and the romantic stakes feel about as deep as a puddle in the middle of a desert. But there’s a charm to it that’s hard to ignore if you’re in the right mood. Or maybe I just needed a nap.
