Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

If you like old-school journalism or just have a weird obsession with how people in the 1930s thought the world worked, you’ll dig this. If you want a slow, relaxing watch, run away. This thing moves at the speed of a caffeinated squirrel.
I didn't expect to be so glued to the screen, honestly. It’s not a movie in the way Blake of Scotland Yard is a movie. It’s more like being pinned to a wall while someone explains the geopolitical tensions of the decade at 100 miles per hour.
Westbrook Van Voorhis has that booming, authoritative voice that makes every single sentence sound like the sky is falling. Everything is a crisis. Everything is a turning point.
I found myself laughing when he’d pivot from a serious political discussion to some dramatic reenactment that looked like it was filmed in a backyard. The tonal whiplash is real.
It makes you realize how much of 'history' we consume is just a collection of curated clips. It reminds me a bit of the frantic energy found in Streets of Algiers, just with more suits and fewer shadows.
The whole thing is barely long enough to finish a bag of chips. It doesn’t try to be deep or academic, which is exactly why it works. It just shows you stuff, yells at you for a bit, and then kicks you out the door.
Is it a masterpiece? No. Is it weirdly addictive? Yeah, kind of. It’s a messy, loud, and surprisingly honest look at a time that felt like it was constantly on the verge of exploding. 📽️
Year
1935
IMDb Rating
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