I remember seeing this film in a college art class, and my impressions of the movie remain that it was one of those superlatively imagined films. How could it not with Max Reinhardt at the helm, which was in fact his one big movie that got made with William Dieterle as co-director? His vision is what is really what makes the most and best of this adaptation of the Bard's most fairy-tale-ish story. Certainly, at the least, it's worth watching for the strange, hit-or-miss quality of the acting, which includes the likes of Cagney and Rooney (who's a kid here), and one woman I can't remember her name as but was really impressive. What the film amounts to is something sweet and tasty to savor, even if it doesn't have the inherent substance one might like from Shakespeare. Maybe it was meant as a pure visual fantasy, as opposed to simply that of a creaky theater stage or other, which is great. I just don't remember it, or can recommend it, as being a great movie exactly.