The movie was as intensely expressionistic as any film since Caligari, and at the same time a nova of springtime élan. The exultant brio that always thrived in the pair's films was here finally and completely cut loose from reality, allowed to go apeshit in a mega-terrarium of living puppet people, greasepaint, distorted scale, dream spaces, toychest clutter, unstoppered swoonings, and free-for-all quasi-antique design.
Michael Atkinson
Mart 10, 2015