In brief time we are left with the feeling of a great symphonic epic, that through a beautiful and accurate writing of images, in conjunction with a musical score that invokes feelings "mieux que nature", is inscribed in memory with a great breath of imagination. And, also, with the oblique geometry of Eisenstein's framework in full splendor.
A minor masterpiece from Vláčil that perhaps served as a trial run for the elegant counterpointing of pure visual cinema with music that distinguishes his cinema. The direction is essentially flawless, but the film does lack two critical elements: a substantial raison d'être and a great composer. A few years later he would find both and produce one of the most beautiful films I've yet seen, THE WHITE DOVE (1960).