The Village Detective: A Song Cycle

If the film doesn't approach the transporting effect or profound resonance of Morrison's previous work, its inquiry into cinematic ghosts is nonetheless distinctive.

[A] strangely intoxicating film...

There's an overall clunkiness to the format that doesn't feel especially lyrical, as if the mysteries Morrison is investigating are too amorphous or ill-defined for the movie to articulate.

...not a rare or important find, as celluloid history goes. But it’s one that allows Morrison to meditate on the beauties of decomposition, and the place in national culture of this nondescript feature...