Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you're a film history nerd, maybe. If you want a story, keep walking. This is essentially 1930s PR material—the kind of thing shown in theaters to make you feel like you were part of the glamorous crowd, even if you were just sitting in a drafty cinema eating popcorn. It’s for people who collect movie memorabilia or anyone who gets a kick out of seeing stars before they became statues.
The whole thing is basically a parade of stiff smiles.
You’ve got actors walking toward the camera, realizing they’re being filmed, and then doing that weird, forced wave that feels like they’re trying to swat a fly. It’s not exactly Spangles, but it has that same feeling of being trapped in a time capsule that’s starting to leak. The rhythm is just… off. It jumps from one person to another without any real reason, like someone flipping through a magazine way too fast.
I caught myself wondering what they were talking about right before the camera started rolling. They probably weren't even talking about movies. Probably something boring like the weather or lunch. It’s that disconnect that makes it weirdly interesting.
It lacks the grit of something like V ugare NEPa, obviously. It’s just pure, filtered sunshine and fake intimacy. It makes me think of those old photo albums where everyone is wearing hats they probably hated. 🎩
It’s not a movie. It’s a brochure. But it’s a brochure that reminds you that even the biggest stars were just people who didn't quite know what to do with their hands when the camera was on them. Worth a watch if you have ten minutes and a strange curiosity about the past, but don't go in expecting, well, anything much.
Year
1931
IMDb Rating
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