Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you have a soft spot for grainy, old-school curiosities that don't try to teach you a moral lesson, you’ll probably find this charming. If you need a movie to actually go somewhere or tell a story, stay far away. It’s basically a PowerPoint presentation from a parallel universe.
I found myself squinting at the screen, trying to figure out if that coal mine in a residential basement was actually real or just some fancy set dressing. It looks genuinely dusty. You can almost smell the coal through the screen, which is both impressive and kind of gross.
That electrical elevator at Rockefeller Center? It looks like a death trap. I wouldn't trust that thing to lift a sandwich, let alone a human being. The way it just hangs there, swaying in the wind, makes my stomach turn. It's way more tense than anything in The Blood Barrier.
And then, suddenly, we’re looking at a dog. Then a cat. It’s like the editor got bored and just started scrolling through their camera roll. 🐶
There’s a jail on top of a skyscraper in Miami. Who decided that was a good idea? The logistics of getting the groceries up there alone sound like a nightmare. It reminds me of the weird, disconnected energy in Paradisfågeln, where you just have to accept the logic of the world even if it makes absolutely no sense.
The pacing is all over the place. One second you're looking at a structural oddity, the next you're watching a cat groom itself for way too long. It’s not exactly high art. But it’s not trying to be, either.
It’s not a film I’d recommend for a party. But for a rainy Tuesday? Sure. Why not. It’s definitely stranger than most things you’ll find on streaming services today.
Year
1936
IMDb Rating
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