Stunning and endlessly rewarding even if this were only a formal exercise, but this builds to leave a rather intangible, devestating impression. The film captures the transience of individual moments with heartbreaking sincerity. The mother is upset that her youngest daughter's early scribblings were thrown away until she is reminded that her other children's mementoes are now sitting in a box in the basement. All is ephemeral.
Unjustifiably bloated with musical numbers, some of which follow from each other with no respite. A few of the routines are fun, but I mostly was wishing for a straight adaptation of the play. Audrey Hepburn miscast up until she becomes 'ladylike.' The changed ending is pretty infuriating, undercutting both the mythological source and much of the play's social critique.