8.6/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 8.6/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. So lang' noch ein Walzer vom Strauß erklingt remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like historical fluff, you might get a kick out of this. If you need a movie with actual pacing, stay away. This is strictly for people who want to look at old sets and hear some strings.
It’s not exactly The Cowboy and the Lady in terms of energy. It moves like molasses in winter.
The whole thing is basically a parade of guys with fancy mustaches talking about music. Every scene feels like it was staged in a living room. You can almost smell the mothballs on the velvet curtains.
I found myself staring at the background extras more than the leads. There’s one guy in the back of the ballroom scene who clearly forgot his choreography. He just stands there looking at his shoes for a solid minute. 🎻
It tries to be grand, but the budget clearly says otherwise. It reminded me a bit of the awkwardness in The Price of Silence where the silence feels less dramatic and more like someone forgot their lines.
The music is fine, I guess. But you can tell the sound recording was fighting the actors every step of the way. It’s thin. It’s tinny.
It’s not a disaster, but it’s not exactly cinema gold either. It just kind of exists. If you’re into the history of these old musical biopics, go for it. Otherwise, maybe just put on a record and skip the screen time.