It’s hard to explain the plot—I sometimes wonder if there was one. The movie had all the madness of a dream. The Keeper, his face ever occluded in the shadows behind his bright lantern, haunted the margins and distant backgrounds, never really participating with the main cast until about twenty minutes into the film where the hero, a squared jawed actor neither of us recognized, suddenly died. Then the keeper came into the forefront, blinding the camera with his light, and once the beamed passed from the cyclopean eye of the screen, the keeper and the hero were gone.
The Keeper’s Fare
Tale Told 