James A. FItzpatrick send the Technicolor cameras to rural England, with Hone Glendinning and Virgil Miller to run them. Then he shows us a couple of graveyards, and recites poetry, including Gray's Elegy.
I have just been reminded that Fitzpatrick was a sincere and dedicated film maker. True, he ran a travel agency on the side, and this colored his commentary, but he was given to reciting facts and commenting on things that moved his heart, whether was was an American military graveyard in Wiltshire or teeing off at St. Andrews. He did not instruct potential tourists in what goods to buy at the marketplace or assure them that the craftsmen produced up-to-date designs. Fitzpatrick may have been inclined to shout facts from the almanac at his audience, but he did it, I believe, to educate them, not to get them to buy stuff; they had already bought a movie ticket, and that was enough.
Looking at the survivals in rural England, especially the thatched roofs, is very pleasant. The print that plays on Turner Classic Movies is in very good condition.