A big deal is made of this movie seemingly because Anne Bancroft and Shirley MacLain have a ridiculous catfight near the end. The only reason not to cut this thing up for guitar picks is that it showcases some of the leading ballet talent of the 1970s. The backstage story is not only silly but completely unrealistic, and the whole Bancroft/MacLain thing is sheer drivel. Really, who cares?
Review of The Turning Point
