A losing young woman walks in a forest waiting for her and unaware of her surroundings. At the side of the road, there is a real surreal view of the head of a goddess’s enormously fragmented sculpture. Could there be a clearer statement that there is nothing that needs to be dealt with?
It is a still-born exercise in supernatural romance found in classical tables such as “Sound from the Stone”, “Usher Evinin Autumn”, “Rebecca” and “Rebecca”, which are ruthlessly drenched in a gothic environment but ruthlessly rid of any solid tension. The Transfiguration of the Vid.