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6.7/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 6.7/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Week Ends Only remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you’re a sucker for 1930s fluff or you just really like seeing how people used to dress for breakfast. If you hate slow-burn romantic comedies where the “conflict” could be solved by one five-minute conversation, you should probably skip this. But if you want something that doesn't demand much brainpower, it’s a decent way to kill an hour.
The whole thing feels like a play that got lost on its way to a movie set. There’s a lot of standing around and talking in fancy living rooms. Joan Bennett is charming enough to pull you through the thin parts, but man, the script is just relentless with the dialogue.
It’s not as gritty or memorable as something like little bit past the camera, like they’re checking to see if their ride is outside.
The chemistry is... well, it’s there, I guess? It feels very rehearsed, like they spent more time practicing their posture than their lines. It reminds me a bit of the frantic energy in Gold Diggers of Broadway, but with way less singing and way more sitting on velvet couches.
Honestly, the ending feels like it just gave up. They run out of things to argue about, someone smiles, and fade to black. It’s abrupt, but maybe that’s a mercy. 🤷♂️
