Most critics admire Schlöndorff’s adaptation of Günter Grass’s novel, and the praise gathers in two places: the look of the film and David Bennent as Oskar. Reviewers repeatedly describe the imagery as bizarre and unsettling, and treat that strangeness as the source of the film’s force rather than a distraction from it. The big set pieces draw particular notice, with Variety singling out the staging of the Danzig Post Office attack and the Party Day crowd. Bennent’s stare and screams are credited by several with carrying the boy’s protest against the adults around him.
The reservations are almost all about the book. Several critics find the film thinner than its source, lacking the novel’s scale and its inner voice; The AV Club calls it fascinating but superficial, and Time Out judges it plainly inferior to Grass. Variety, alone, thinks Bennent misses the character. The spread is wide, from Slant’s full marks for the director’s cut to Time Out’s dismissal, but the middle holds steady at warm approval.
