Madame Sousatzka has received a warm welcome that I wish I could join in. But I found the story of the child pianist with his cannibal mother, his devoted, autocratic teacher and the smooth impresario too sugary. The supporting eccentrics did not convince me that they were anything except properties and neither little Marcus's pianistic brilliance nor the melancholy insight of his teacher seemed to me to have much to do with music or human relations. Jewish warmth and humour and colour and passion for the arts come through too winningly.

R.G.G. Price, in a review of "Madame Sousatzka," in Punch, Vol. CCXLIII, No. 6378, December 5, 1962, p. 835.