A woman with no name returns home and falls asleep. She dreams of a hooded figure with a mirror face. There are repeated ideas and items. There are the drums and the strings that are reminiscent of eastern chanting. It's an experimental short film of a nightmarish dream.
Wartime Hollywood is not a time that screams film experimentation. It feels more like a 60's film trying to respond to the French New Wave or an Ingmar Bergman film. Only this isn't a response or a copy of anything in particular. One may see something of a silent era avant-garde film in this. It's strange. It's intriguing. It's hypnotic. It's 14 minutes of odd visuals and it's over.
Wartime Hollywood is not a time that screams film experimentation. It feels more like a 60's film trying to respond to the French New Wave or an Ingmar Bergman film. Only this isn't a response or a copy of anything in particular. One may see something of a silent era avant-garde film in this. It's strange. It's intriguing. It's hypnotic. It's 14 minutes of odd visuals and it's over.