I put this
movie on my Netflix queue because of this
review, which says:
This is a very sophisticated tearjerker. You can weep
over it without feeling either your intelligence or dignity has
been insulted.
I didn’t weep, but I did enjoy the sophistication.
The review also says:
Litvak lingers too long on ballets and balls and on one really hideous oompah beer garden number.
I enjoyed the oompah beer garden number (which happens twice), but the music I was
really glad the movie lingered on was the gypsy dance band,
centered by a hammered dulcimer.
