5.3/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.3/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. She's My Lilly, I'm Her Willie remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like old-timey musical shorts and the specific, frantic energy of Vaudeville stars, maybe. If you are looking for a cohesive movie, look elsewhere. It is a time capsule, nothing more, nothing less.
Will Mahoney is the whole show here. He’s got this rubbery face and a way of moving that makes you wonder if he’s going to trip over his own feet or float away. The titular tune, "She's My Lilly, I'm Her Willie," is the kind of song that gets stuck in your head in the worst way possible. It’s catchy, sure, but it’s the musical equivalent of a persistent itch.
The Six Mountain Melodeers show up to provide the noise, and honestly, they look like they’re having a better time than the audience is. There is a weird, stiff quality to the way the whole thing is filmed. It feels like watching a stage play through a keyhole.
The Cabin Kids pop in, and the pacing just goes out the window. It’s all very polite. Everyone is smiling so hard it looks physically painful. You keep waiting for someone to drop the act or for the set to fall over, but it just keeps going.
If you’ve seen something like Hot Heels, you know the type of thin, energetic fluff we are talking about here. It is not trying to be The Barretts of Wimpole Street, that is for sure. Thank goodness for that.
It’s a strange, dusty relic. It doesn't hold a candle to something like Politics for sheer weirdness, but it’s got its own frantic vibe. It’s a short film that feels like it’s been stretched to its absolute breaking point. 🎶
Watch it if you’re curious about how people entertained themselves before television ruined everything. Otherwise, skip it and go watch something with a bit more grit.