This was one of the most unforgettable films I saw as a child, I never had the opportunity to see it again until 50 years later, and it remains a lasting impact. Its weaknesses are admitted, it's more like a play than a film, (although some cinematic tricks occur as positive surprises,) the acting is not very brilliant but rather stiff, the camera moves as little as possible; but against all these foibles you have the overwhelmingly beautiful and brilliant story and play, the virtuoso dialogue all the way, and above all, the music, the dances and the poetry. Ben Hecht clearly conceived the idea inspired by the fate of Nijinsky, who was disabled as a schizophrenic from the first world war till after the second, and the real theme of the film is the freedom of artistic madness at its most exuberant and creative. Michael Chekhov sometimes tediously dominates long scenes of the film as the sore tried impresario of infinite tribulations who nevertheless is wholeheartedly sympathetic but outflanked by the indomitable realist of long and hard experience, Judith Anderson, who is magnificent in every scene; while the focus of the drama is the dancer's genius and the difficulty of handling it, or rather, subjecting it to discipline, because it's so totally beyond control that it really can't be disciplined, only at best directed in a creative vein. Powell-Pressburger's classic "The Red Shoes" a few years later would have been unthinkable without this for a road mark, and it must remain for always one of the most important and innovative ballet films ever made, especially for its delicate treatment of the difficult subject of genius. The film gains by seeing it a number of times, at first sight its depth and ingenuity is not obvious, but as you sink into it you never reach the bottom. This is an ingenious film about the trickiness of genius.
The most amazing thing of it is its very ambitious effort at pioneering in the field of staging ballets on screen. Its title is the ballet by Michael Fokine about a lovely lady dreaming about a rose that becomes alive, to the music of Carl Maria von Weber, but that is not the ballet staged here. Instead it is a completely new ballet of the same story but with George Antheil's almost expressionistic music, and his music is perhaps the most important part of the film. It is equally expressionistic all the way, and it is the music that drives the dancer mad, so that he can't hear it even inside his head without feeling compelled to dance, and the music if anything dominates the entire film. It is worth rewatching any number of times just for the sake of that music. To my mind George Antheil did not appear much as a film music composer, but in this film, he is allowed to dominate completely, and the result is unforgettable. Ben Hecht's consistently eloquent dialog, the amazing performances of the ballets and Ivan Kirov, Judith Anderson's wonderful character of a worn out veteran overloaded with experience, the ideal love story, the adoration and treatment of art as a sacred devotional plight embedded in Michael Chekhov's ridiculous but tenderly honest character, the overwhelming richness and details of insights into backstage problems of making ballets work, the intensity of the drama although diluted by long talks and discussions making the film seem much longer than it is, all this and much else besides contribute to make this film a work of genius and a milestone in film history.
