5.5/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.5/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Wedding Bells remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have a soft spot for 1930s animation that feels like a fever dream, sure. If you prefer your cartoons to actually make sense, stay away. This is pure, unadulterated nonsense, but it has a weird charm if you catch it in the right mood.
I watched this right after finishing Young Donovan's Kid, and the contrast is just jarring. One is trying to be a drama, and this is just Krazy Kat losing his mind over a necktie.
Everything in Wedding Bells is constantly stretching. Limbs, faces, architecture—nothing stays put for more than three seconds. It’s like the animator was allergic to straight lines. 🎨
There is this one moment where Krazy is getting ready, and he’s struggling with his clothes. It lingers just a bit too long. You start to feel his frustration. Or maybe it’s just the animator showing off how many ways they can warp a tuxedo.
The whole thing has this frantic rhythm. It’s not smooth, and it’s definitely not polished. But honestly, that’s why it works. It feels like a sketch that got away from the person drawing it.
There’s a specific bit during the ceremony that made me chuckle, even though it’s technically just a gag about a ring getting stuck. It’s silly. It’s not trying to change the world.
I’ve seen plenty of shorts from this era, like Stepping Out, but this one feels a bit more desperate. Everyone is moving so fast, like they’re afraid if they stop, the frame will just disappear.
It’s fine. It’s short. It’s weird. You’ll probably forget it by tomorrow morning, but you won't regret the seven minutes it took to watch. 🔔