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6.1/10
Senior Film Conservator
A definitive 6.1/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Wreckety Wrecks remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you have twenty minutes to burn and enjoy watching people trip over their own feet while screaming, yeah, watch it. If you need a coherent plot or, you know, logic, you’re going to hate this. It’s pure, unadulterated nonsense.
The whole thing kicks off because these guys hit a dummy and decide, naturally, that the only logical response is to hide a body. The panic is immediate. It’s the kind of high-stakes stupidity that only works in these old-school shorts.
The best part—or the worst, depending on your patience—is when they wander into the seminary thinking it's a cemetery. The way they tiptoe around, trying to be respectful while holding what they *think* is a dead guy, is just absurd.
Billy Gilbert is doing a lot of heavy lifting here with his expressions. You can tell he’s just trying to keep the scene from completely falling apart. At one point, he looks directly at the camera, and I’m pretty sure he’s just looking for a way out of the scene.
It’s not exactly Young Mr. Jazz, but it has that same frenetic energy. It doesn't aim for high art. It aims for a pratfall, and it hits it.
The pacing is all over the place. One minute they’re sprinting, the next they’re standing around looking confused. It feels like they were making it up as they went along. Honestly? That’s the charm. 🤡
There is a weird lack of background noise in the exterior shots. It makes the whole thing feel like it was filmed in a vacuum. It’s slightly eerie if you think about it too much. Don’t think about it too much.
Just let the slapstick happen. It’s a breezy, silly disaster. 🚗💥