What I liked most about 'Red Shoes' is the absence of Hollywood sweetness, sentimentality in the transfer of Andersen's 'brutal' fairy tale into reality.
The actors are acting, not replaying. The ballet scenes are the best. Especially the dance of Victoria Page in the ballet of the same name 'The Red Shoes', when she rushes through imaginary worlds without stopping, and at the end, to the roar of the waves, applause is heard. The fake interiors and decorations are smoothed out by the actors' play that was free for the end of the 40s. One feels that they are not constrained by standards and ideas about their roles.
Of course, Andersen's cruelty was replaced by the throwing of the main character between vocation and love. The conclusion that art is cruel to its artisans is at the same time obvious, but there is also no note of moralizing and moralizing. 'Red Shoes' is a beautiful story, sometimes surreal and gloomy, about choice, about fate, about the place of love in the life of art creators. For someone it interferes, for someone it serves as an inspiration, but for the most part it is material for gossip and intrigue. Behind the scenes.