5.4/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.4/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. The Fun House remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have about seven minutes to kill and a soft spot for 1930s animation, sure. It's not high art, but it's a pleasant enough distraction if you like watching rabbits on wheels. If you need a deep plot or high-stakes drama, look elsewhere. Honestly, this is for people who just want to see a dog trip over his own feet for a solid minute.
There’s something weirdly hypnotic about the way these early cartoons handle movement. Oswald and Sissie are zipping around the rink, and the physics are just… optional. They move like liquid.
Then you’ve got Elmer. Poor Elmer. He’s the physical comedy engine here, and he spends most of his screen time tangled in his own limbs. Watching him try to navigate the floor is honestly exhausting. I felt tired just looking at the way his legs splayed out in every direction at once.
It’s not as manic as A Zero Hero, which feels like it’s vibrating at a higher frequency. This one feels a bit more grounded, if you can call a rabbit on skates 'grounded.'
It’s a lighthearted mess. It doesn't overstay its welcome. Sometimes that's all you really need on a Tuesday afternoon. Unlike the more dramatic stuff like Side Streets, this doesn't ask you to care about the characters' lives. It just asks you to laugh when someone falls down.
I wish the ending had a bit more punch, but that’s animation for you. It just stops. Poof. Just like that. 🎡