Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you are a total sucker for old Hollywood, then yes. Otherwise, you might find this about as exciting as watching a museum exhibit walk by. It is basically a 1934 version of a TMZ segment, but with way more manners and less screaming.
Harriet Parsons is our guide here. She’s got that snappy, mid-Atlantic newsreel voice that makes everything sound like a major state secret. She tells all! Or, well, she tells exactly what the studios wanted the public to know.
It is strange watching these stars when they are just standing around in their tennis clothes or messing about on a patio. You can tell they are performing, even when they’re 'not performing.' It reminds me a bit of the artifice in Exquisite Sinner, where the pose is just as important as the person.
There is a specific shot of a star laughing at something that definitely wasn't funny. The timing is just... off. It feels like the director yelled 'act natural' and everyone panicked for three seconds. I honestly laughed out loud.
I found myself wondering if anyone in this footage ever actually felt relaxed. Everything is so curated. Even the way they hold their tea cups looks like it was blocked by a choreographer.
It’s not as moody as The Hearts of Age, that’s for sure. It’s just fluff. But sometimes you need a little fluff to get through a rainy Tuesday.
The whole thing feels like a time capsule that someone left under a radiator for ninety years. It’s a bit crackly and definitely feels its age, but there is a strange charm to it. 🎥 It makes me want to go back and watch Girl Crazy just to see if the stars look as stiff on set as they do in their backyards.
Anyway, do not go in expecting a deep dive. It is just a quick look at people who lived in a very different world. Sometimes that is enough.
Year
1934
IMDb Rating
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