7.4/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 7.4/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Seeing Stars remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you have a weird obsession with 1930s animation history or really like seeing old-school celebrity caricatures get smacked around. If you’re looking for a coherent story, you’re in the wrong place. But if you want to see Krazy Kat just trying to do a job while everyone else acts like a jerk, pull up a chair.
It’s barely a movie, really. It’s more like a collection of sketches where people you probably don’t recognize anymore just wander onto the stage. Some of the gags have that frenetic, slightly unhinged energy that you only get from cartoons made when they were still figuring out the rules of physics.
There’s this one bit where a celebrity shows up and the reaction from the crowd feels totally disconnected. It’s like they were drawing the audience without looking at what was happening on stage. Classic, right?
I found myself staring at the background more than the actual animation. The music hall itself has this strange, flat perspective that makes you feel like you’re sitting in the back row with a bad neck ache. It’s not The Gasoline Trail in terms of ambition, but it definitely has its own messy charm.
The pacing is all over the place. One second someone is singing, the next a guy is doing something incredibly stupid with a prop. It doesn't build to anything. It just... ends.
It’s nowhere near as polished as later stuff, and it makes me think about how much animation changed between this and something like Sky Scrappers. Everything feels like it's held together with tape and glue. But there's something honest about that, I guess. 🎨