Powell and Pressburger followed The Red Shoes and Tales of Hoffmann with this lesser-known but equally colorful musical, an adaptation of Johann Strauss’s Die Fledermaus that is “as light and tart as Viennese pastry” (David Thomson). William K. Everson called the film “bursting with vitality. Updated only slightly from the original Strauss, it is now set in post–World War II Vienna. Michael Redgrave, doing his own singing and dancing, clearly is having the time of his life, and Anton Walbrook manages both to be tongue-in-cheek and to deliver his few straight speeches with his customary mixture of unique timing and seductive diction.”