Extraordinary and ghastly, as though Eugene Ionesco had adapted "The Wizard of Oz" as an overlong "Touched by an Angel" movie-of-the-week special. Vapid music, tediously absurd characters, overheated mises en scène, and loathsome ethnic and religious caricatures unredeemed by any good dancing. Who'd have guessed that this stinker was hiding in Astaire's closet next to his top hat, tails, and that cute toreador outfit from "Broadway Melody of 1940"?
Review of Yolanda and the Thief
