6.3/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.3/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. This'll Make You Whistle remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have a soft spot for 1930s musical comedies that move at a pace best described as 'manic,' then sure. This isn't high art. It’s a bit of a relic. But if you hate musical numbers or stagey dialogue, honestly, stay away. You will be bored to tears within fifteen minutes.
The whole thing feels like a stage play that decided to wander into a film set without really knowing where it was going. It’s got that jittery energy you only get from movies made when everyone was still figuring out how to balance songs and plot.
Jack Buchanan is doing a lot of work here. He’s got that specific, clipped way of talking that makes you wonder if he’s ever actually taken a full breath. When he decides to throw this party to scare the uncle, the movie just kind of explodes into a weird, disjointed mess.
There’s a moment during the party scene where the dancing goes on just a little too long. It’s not graceful, it’s not particularly tight, but it’s earnest. It reminds me a bit of the frantic energy in Broadway Beauties, where the scale of the production feels slightly bigger than the actual room they’re standing in.
I found myself wondering if this feels as dated as What's the World Coming To, which also had that same desperate need to keep the audience entertained at all costs. It’s a specific kind of desperation that’s actually kind of endearing.
It’s not a masterpiece, but it’s not trying to be. It’s just a bunch of people in suits trying to keep the momentum going before the whole thing collapses under its own weight. Sometimes, that’s all you really need on a Tuesday night. 🎷