Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator
If you're looking for a plot, you're looking in the wrong place. This isn't a movie so much as it is a recording of a dinner party that probably should have stayed in the archives. You'll like this if you're a freak for music history or just really, really miss the 1890s.
Most people will probably find it about as exciting as watching paint dry on a piano. The whole thing feels like a stiff, formal testimonial that goes on way longer than it needs to.
Pat Rooney, Jr. is the host here, and he carries himself with that specific, slightly exhausting energy of a guy who thinks everything is a grand occasion. He’s toastmastering his way through the room, introducing folks who take their turns at the microphone.
There's a moment when William McCann sings "Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly" and he looks like he’s having a great time, even if the audio sounds like it’s being played through a tin can buried in a sandbox. It’s charming in a super low-budget, prehistoric sort of way. 📻
Maude Lambert showing up to represent her late husband is a bit heavy, but the film keeps it moving pretty fast. She sings "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling" and honestly? It’s a bit of a relief when the song ends, not because it's bad, but because the static nature of the camerawork starts to get to you.
It’s a strange little artifact. It lacks the punch or the weird, wild energy you find in something like Twisted Triggers. This is just people singing old songs in a room. Sometimes that’s enough, but mostly, it’s just very, very old.
I don't think I'll ever watch it again, but I'm glad it exists if only to prove that people have been making "event" movies that are actually just glorified variety shows for a long, long time. 🎩

Year
1935
IMDb Rating
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