The Blood of a Poet(Le Sang d'un poète)

Variety by

On the face of it, this film represents six reels of scraped together footage from off the cutting room floor. A more vague or hopeless mess could not have resulted.

Chicago Reader by Dave Kehr

Despite its flaws, the film remains a fascinating souvenir of a vanished avant-garde.

Empire by David Parkinson

Cocteau has produced a bizarre, interesting although at times tedious movie.

The A.V. Club by Keith Phipps

As a groundbreaking examination of the reality-bending potential of film, it's of a piece with Un Chien Andalou and L'Age D'Or.

The A.V. Club by Mike D'Angelo

Few drug-induced visions, however, can match the playful ingenuity of this freewheeling assault on the senses, which eschews conventional narrative in favor of one mesmerizingly bizarre image after another.

The New Yorker by Pauline Kael

The first time you see this film, you're likely to find it silly, autoerotic, static, absurd, and you may feel cheated after having heard so much about it. But though it may seem to have no depth, you're not likely to forget it -- it has a suggestiveness unlike any other film.