5.6/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Yours Sincerely remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
Honestly, only if you’re into the kind of 1930s fluff that feels like it was written on the back of a napkin during a lunch break. If you like musical interludes and high-stakes matchmaking, you might have a good time. If you need a movie that makes logical sense, just stay away.
The whole premise of Yours Sincerely feels like a sketch that got stretched way too thin. You’ve got this resort owner who is absolutely obsessed with landing a millionaire for his daughter. It’s not just charmingly desperate; it’s kind of exhausting to watch.
There’s this moment where the plan clearly starts to fall apart, and instead of everyone acting like normal people, they just break into a dance or a song. It’s very stage-y. Like they forgot they were on a movie set and not in a theater.
I found myself wondering if Lanny Ross was actually enjoying himself or if he was just waiting for the check to clear. He has this look in his eyes during the musical numbers that’s just... vacant. It’s funny, in a way. Not intentional, probably.
The movie skips around like it’s trying to run away from its own plot. It reminds me a bit of the frantic energy in County Hospital, but without the slapstick brilliance. It just feels like someone bumped the projector and we missed a few scenes.
Also, the resort setting? It feels like a cardboard cutout. There’s a scene near a fountain where you can practically see the lack of budget written on the walls. It’s endearing, I guess.
It’s nowhere near the weird, wild energy of Galloping Ghosts. It’s just... a movie that exists. It happened. I watched it. I might have blinked and missed a major plot point, but to be fair, the plot points were all over the place anyway. 🤷♂️
If you’re looking for a deep dive into human motivation, look somewhere else. If you want to see some people in fancy outfits pretending to be millionaires in a resort that looks like a painted postcard, you’re golden.