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5.6/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 5.6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. That Rascal remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you are deep into the history of early sound films. If you aren't, this is going to feel like a very long, very dusty fifteen minutes. The whole premise is basically a sitcom setup that barely makes it out of the gate.
It’s the kind of movie you put on while you’re doing something else. If you stop paying attention for two minutes, you won't miss anything important. **It's that thin.**
The main character is supposed to be this charming radio singer, but there’s something genuinely grating about his delivery. It feels like he’s trying to woo the audience and the father at the same time, and it just lands flat. It’s almost like watching a performance in Crooner, but without the actual budget to make it feel like a real career.
The girl in the movie—she’s convinced her dad loves this guy's voice. Why? Who knows. Maybe she just never checks in with her own father? The disconnect is so loud you can practically hear the scriptwriter rushing to get to the next gag. 🙄
I kept thinking about R.S.V.P. while watching this, mainly because the social awkwardness here reaches those same uncomfortable levels. But at least that one had a bit more punch to it.
There's this one scene where the music starts playing and the dad's face drops. It’s the best part of the movie. It’s honest. It’s not trying to be fancy or deep. It’s just a man who really, really hates what he’s hearing.
It’s not a good movie, really. It’s just… a *thing* that exists. A weird, short, slightly annoying thing. But if you’re into the old-school stuff, maybe it’s a curiosity. Just don't expect a masterpiece. Maybe skip the radio tonight.