Sadly Over-hyped

Purely Joyful Movie!

The film's masterful storytelling did its job. The message was clear. No need to overdo.

This movie feels like it was made purely to piss off people who want good shows

Although not quite as good as Svengali, this follow-up with John Barrymore and Marian Marsh from that film isn't too shabby. Barrymore stars as puppeteer with a bum leg who fancies himself a ballet impresario, discovering a kid with athletic spirit he feels is perfect for what he envisions as the vessel for all his creative energies. Donald Cook is the grown-up Fedor, now an undeniable ballet talent thanks to Barrymore's Vladimir Tsarakov, on marquees heading extravagant stage presentations. Along with loyal and put-upon assistant, Karimsky (Charles Butterworth), Vladimir has shaped and molded the ballet superstar he always wanted to be but his crippled leg wouldn't let him in Fedor. All that could be jeopardized by a female dancer, Nana (Marsh, just a doll), who Vladimir considers a bad influence, with him purposely on the manipulative attack, using whatever psychological tactics his devious, jealous mind could muster. Honestly I could barely recognize Karloff as the abusive peasant father chasing after Fedor when he was a kid, with Vladimir hiding him from harm. The sets, especially the stage houses and operas, are impressive, but Barrymore bugging his eyes, liquoring up and womanizing when able, is once again incredible...a charismatic powerhouse who plays this monster seeing himself a god having created a perfect specimen he feels will be corrupted by Nana to the hilt. Barrymore's alcoholism might have robbed him ultimately from a lucrative career, but this and Svengali offer us rich examples of colorful human beasts, doing whatever it takes to control or destroy those that possibly disrupt his plans. Michael Curtiz's direction may not necessarily command the same attention as future Warner Bros horror pictures like Doctor X or Mysteries of the Wax Museum, but he still knows how to frame faces and delve his cast into the macabre. This film includes a drug addict who trains the performers and is shaken when Vladimir demands he remove Nana from a starring role...precode Hollywood was once quite daring with these kinds of characters. The way Vladimir torments Nana and Fedor's suffering after Vladimir blacklists make up some real dramatic weight in this film. A gem worth seeking out.

I quite enjoyed this one when I first saw it many years ago, but it doesn't stand up well. Barrymore is the main problem. His is a ranting, self-glorifying, drown out everyone else in the cast performance, which, to my surprise, director Mike Curtiz indulges rather than trying to keep a lid on it. And I don't know that it was a good idea of the screenwriters not only to keep so much of the moribund stage play in the action, thus slowing it down, and then pandering Barrymore with long speeches, and thus slowing things down even further. Director Mike Curtiz seems to be in awe of Barrymore and favor him with eye- rolling close-ups and long takes at the expense of other members of the cast, especially Marian Marsh. In fact some of our favorite people have very little footage, including Boris Karloff who makes a significant entrance and then totally disappears. We do see a lot of Donald Cook, however, despite the fact that he is, at best, a rather stodgy, humdrum actor with – at least in this movie – little in the way of charisma. I'm not surprised the movie failed dismally at the box office. Sometimes, not often, mind you, audiences showed good taste! This movie is available on very good Warner Brothers DVD, but with no extras, alas!

John Barrymmore plays a puppeteer who takes in a small boy who grows to be a great dancer. Things get dicey when the boy's eye strays from dancing toward one girl in particular.Intrguing pre-code film that, at times, has Barrymore giving a great performance. Watch his early scenes and you'll see just how good he was. During bits later in the film he seems to be phoning it in but he's still a joy to behold. The movie itself is a potboiler in the Svengali mode, but it's entertaining. I love the ballet sets which are decidedly of the time the film was made.Worth a peak.

In another of John Barrymore's bizarre characterizations the great actor portrays a club-footed itinerant puppeteer who rescues an abused boy from vile existence,recognizes the lad's incredible of agility and footwork and begins to train the youngster to be a "new" Nijinsky.Years go by,the boy reaches manhood,and Barrymore the impresario of a successful ballet company.But when the ballet dancer begins to have ideas of his own,falls in love with pretty Marian Marsh,Barrymore,consumed with madness and jealousy attempts to manipulate their lives leading to shocking results. This extraordinary film oscillates between intriguing drama and moments of near horror with Barrymore in masterly control of his human puppets. Boris Karloff is the boy's monstrous father and Luis Alberni stands out as the drug-addicted ballet director.Magnificent direction by Michael Curtiz