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8.1/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 8.1/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Three Little Beers remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have twenty minutes and need to see grown men treat a golf course like a demolition derby, this is your holy grail. If you prefer high-brow comedy or plots that actually make sense, stay away. It’s pure, unadulterated chaos.
The whole premise is basically just an excuse to watch the Stooges break expensive things. They work at a brewery, which is already a red flag for anyone who likes safety. Watching them try to play golf is like watching a car crash in slow motion, but with more slapstick.
Curly is, as always, the MVP of physical destruction. There’s a moment where he gets tangled up in a golf swing that made me wonder if he was made of rubber. It’s just stupid fun.
The way they destroy the course isn't even subtle. They don't just miss the ball; they hit the dirt, the trees, and the other golfers. It’s impressive how much damage three people can do with just a few clubs and zero talent.
I found myself laughing at how poorly they hide on the course. They’re basically standing in the open, yet the other golfers are too distracted by their own bad shots to notice. It's ridiculous, but that’s the charm.
The finale with the beer truck is where the movie goes full-tilt. Watching those barrels tumble down the hill is surprisingly satisfying. It feels like the kind of stunt you’d never get away with filming today without a thousand safety meetings.
It reminds me a bit of the frantic energy in Sailor's Holiday where the pacing just refuses to let you breathe. The movie doesn't have a deep meaning or a message. It’s just beer, golf, and guys getting hit in the head. Sometimes, that is exactly enough.
If you're looking for something that feels like a Saturday morning cartoon but with actual people, this is it. It’s messy, it’s loud, and it’s undeniably funny. 🍺⛳