4.8/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 4.8/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Sing, Sisters, Sing! remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like old-school, bouncy animation, then yes. This is pure aesthetic fluff, the kind of thing you watch when you want to turn your brain off and just look at weird, morphing shapes for ten minutes. If you need a coherent story or characters who actually behave like humans, you’ll probably find this infuriating.
It’s got that signature Fleischer rhythm—everything is constantly shifting, stretching, and doing things that physics really shouldn't allow. 💃
There’s a moment about halfway through where a chair just decides to become a drum set. It happens so fast that if you blink, you miss the logic of it entirely. It’s not like The Wizard's Apprentice where there’s a little bit of narrative structure to hold onto. Here, the music is the only thing driving the bus.
The sisters keep singing, and the world keeps warping around them. It feels less like a cartoon and more like a fever dream someone had after eating bad cheese. Some of the backgrounds have this flat, washed-out look that makes the characters pop way too much, like they’re stickers on a dusty wall.
It reminded me a bit of the frantic energy in Animated Revue Spring, but somehow even more disconnected. The movie doesn't even try to set up the punchlines. It just launches them at you and hopes you’re paying attention. Honestly, I liked it more for that reason.
It doesn't overstay its welcome. It gets in, makes a lot of noise, does a few impossible things with ink and paint, and then it’s over. It’s not trying to be a masterpiece. It's just a weird little artifact. 🎶
Sometimes, you just need to watch a cartoon where the floor turns into water for no reason. This is that movie.