Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you ever wanted to see movie stars from 1931 playing golf in high-waisted pants, this is your holy grail. Otherwise, you should probably stay far, far away. 🤷♂️
It is basically a nine-minute vintage social media feed but with much worse audio.
The whole thing feels like a dusty time capsule that someone dug up from under a studio lot. You get these quick glimpses of people who were household names back then, but now they just look like random extras.
There is this one incredibly awkward moment where a guy tries to show off his golf swing. The narrator just laugh it off with this loud, fake radio voice.
Speaking of the narrator, he sounds like he is trying to sell you vacuum cleaners at gunpoint. He is just so excited about every single thing.
It is weirdly fascinating to watch how stiff everyone behaves when they realize the camera is on them. They do not know what to do with their hands.
It makes you realize how much more natural actors became just a few years later. Like, if you compare this to something like The Boudoir Diplomat from around the same time, the difference in how people carry themselves is wild.
One scene shows a group of actresses sitting by a pool, pretending to have a great conversation. You can tell they are just saying "rhubarb rhubarb" to look busy. 🤫
The film quality is pretty rough, too. There are spots where the scratches on the print make it look like it is raining indoors.
Still, there is a strange charm to it. It is a peek behind the curtain before the studio system became completely polished and fake.
If you like weird film history, it is a fun distraction. If not, you will turn it off after two minutes.
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