6.3/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.3/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. We're Rich Again remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like movies that feel like a stage play falling apart, you’ll probably have a decent time. If you need a plot that makes sense, skip this one. Honestly, it’s for people who enjoy watching wealthy people scream at each other for an hour.
It’s loud. It’s frantic. It’s got that 1930s screwball energy where everyone is talking at the same time.
There’s a bill collector in this movie who just won't go away. He’s the most relatable person on screen, honestly.
The whole thing reminds me a bit of the frantic energy in Tillie's Punctured Romance, but with more tuxedos and less mud. It moves so fast you barely notice the plot holes. Which is good, because there are a lot of them.
Edna May Oliver is doing a lot of heavy lifting here. She has this way of looking at the camera that makes you think she’s the only one who knows the script is a disaster. She’s the best part, period.
There is a scene with a business venture that goes sideways and I swear the actors look like they are trying not to laugh. One guy in the background of the wedding scene just stands there for like three minutes holding a tray of nothing. It’s hilarious.
It’s not a masterpiece. It’s a snapshot of a time when Hollywood just threw everything at the wall to see what stuck. Sometimes it sticks, sometimes it just slides down the wallpaper.
If you have an hour and you’re feeling bored, give it a shot. Just don't expect to remember the ending tomorrow. I barely remember it now, and I just finished the credits. 🤷♂️