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6.6/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 6.6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. The Big Broadcast remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you're into the history of early sound films or just really love the sound of 1930s big bands, you'll probably have a blast. If you're looking for a tight, logical narrative, you’re going to hate this. It’s basically a parade of talent with a thin layer of radio-station drama slapped on top.
Bing Crosby looks like he’s just kind of hanging out, which honestly works for the character. He doesn't seem to be trying very hard, but maybe that's the point?
The whole thing feels like the writers were just throwing stuff at the wall to see what would stick. You get a musical number, then a weird bit of dialogue, then another musical number, then maybe a joke from George Burns that lands with a dull thud. It’s definitely not as sharp as Way Out West, that’s for sure.
I found myself zoning out during the plot stuff and waiting for the next performance. Cab Calloway showing up is easily the highlight, though. When he’s on screen, the movie finally wakes up from its nap.
It’s not trying to be a deep, meaningful experience like Frozen River. It’s a loud, brassy commercial for the radio industry. Sometimes the movie stops moving forward entirely just so a band can play a full song. It’s honestly kind of refreshing in how little it cares about pacing.
Honestly, I can’t tell if the actors knew what the story was about half the time. They just seem happy to be there. It’s weirdly comforting, like watching a home movie that accidentally got a budget. 🎬