4.7/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 4.7/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Sucker Money remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you’re a complete sucker for pre-Code era fluff. If you need tight pacing or believable stakes, skip it. If you want to see how they used to do “mystical” villainy back in the day, grab a snack and settle in.
The whole thing feels like it was filmed in an afternoon. It’s got that specific, slightly grainy charm that makes you feel like you’re watching a broadcast from another planet. 🪐
Mischa Auer is doing some heavy lifting here as the swami. His eyes are constantly bulging like he’s trying to send secret signals to the camera. It’s supposed to be hypnotic, but mostly it’s just kinda funny.
The way he hypnotizes the banker's daughter is so quick it makes your head spin. One minute she’s fine, the next she’s basically a robot. I guess back then, all it took was a few hand waves and a weird hat.
It’s not quite as sharp as Midnight Secrets, which had a bit more grit to its investigation. This one is fluffier, almost like a stage play that wandered onto a film set by accident.
The ending is predictable, obviously. You know the reporter is going to win. The bad guy is going to get his comeuppance. But there’s something oddly soothing about watching these old movies where the stakes feel so low.
It’s a bit of a relic. It doesn’t hold up in any “prestigious” way, but it’s got a weird energy. 🕵️♂️