All this beautiful work for this mess of a story...the first long dance sequence is so good, as is the set design, color, a few jokes (the aunt and the nuns were the only non-repellant characters), costumes, lipstick, the one brief scene where Yolanda runs from the castle through the garden to the angel statue where she's shoving the garden deer out of the way
Plot is stupid, no conflict and the characters nondescript. Still somehow this film is a formal triumph that's endlessly watchable, Minnelli's flairs are taken to a whole new level here that's almost hallucinatory there's such a shift between the cliche'd bits between the numbers and the drug induced numbers. Its jaunting, like Minnelli had to make a contemporary film and said 'fuck that, I'm making a fairy tale'.
Despite its reputation as a cult classic, the characters are shrill and annoying, the plot is bland (every gag falls horribly flat), and the songs are pretty awful. It is an appropriately lavish Technicolor production impressively staged by director Vincente Minnelli, but the handful of offbeat images there are are few and far between, and really not worth sitting through the rest of it.