6.1/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.1/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Rhythm on the Roof remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you are a completionist for 1930s musical shorts or have a weird fascination with the Crosby family dynamic. If you need a tight, cohesive plot, skip it. You will probably hate this if you get annoyed by daydream sequences that go on for way too long. But, if you like the idea of seeing Bob Crosby trying to find his footing while everyone else is dancing, you might find it charming in a very specific, dusty way.
The whole premise is just Bob feeling bad about being the 'other' Crosby. It’s relatable, I guess, if you’ve ever had a sibling who was way more famous than you. The movie doesn't dwell on the sadness, though. It just wants to get to the jazz.
The musical numbers are the only reason this exists. When Bob starts auditioning for Anson Weeks’ band, the movie shifts into this bizarre, dream-like state. Suddenly, there are barely clad showgirls appearing out of nowhere. It’s less of a coherent scene and more like someone decided to film a fever dream during their lunch break. 🎷
I found myself zoning out during the dialogue, but the band stuff actually has a pulse. It reminded me a bit of the frantic energy in
It’s barely a movie. It’s more of a commercial for a band that never really happened. It feels like someone took a bunch of leftover footage from a bigger production and just stitched it together with a thin string of 'hey, let's get married.' I'm not saying it's bad, just that it feels like it was made in an afternoon. It doesn't have the weight of Odd little things