It is expensively filmed, beautifully staged, and the music is memorable and well-performed. Most people are aware of the conscious sentimentality, but don't mind. I do not deny that the Von Trapps have a story to tell, but I find it disconcerting to find them centre stage, in all their Aryan purity, in a film that barely acknowledges even the existence of the Jews. Consider the scene in which the father lines up the children with military precision, in perfect order from highest to smallest, to send them off to bed. It deplores the Nazis as enemies of this nice Austrian family, while simultaneously inviting you to adore their physical grace, cleanliness, beauty, discipline, and racial purity.
Nobody swears or runs around indecently dressed or commits adultery.
In short, this film should offend nobody. Both of them want you to know how awful the Nazis were. But it is the contrasts of these two works that is most illuminating. The most obvious contrast is in outward style. Characters cavort and carouse and explode into brawls.