Girl comedy, novice housekeeper in a boarding house gets her duties scrambled and fouls everything up. Considerably more modern than the 1912ish French comedies in the Leontine series, which did about the same thing.
I was suspicious, this looked so! much as though it could have been a made-decades-later pastiche of early 20s film style. At the very least, it looks like a case where the editing was cleaned up and moderned out of its authenticity... but apparently not, maybe Angela Murray Gibson had that sharp an understanding of how to do continuity like dat.
Glib and carelessly-imagined ode to privilege. I tried to ignore my distaste for the superficial artsiness of the characters, but after the scene where the blonde girl decided it would be kicks to go to a slummy-looking neighborhood and photograph sex-workers I just couldn't. Esp. when the SW were all "Hello, American Lady Woman! We love you! Come taste the wines and cheeses of my village!"
An art-adjacent lifestyle is one thing, an arts career is another.
If this were by a female director, it'd be a compelling menstrual-hut-power fantasy ode to Goddess Reproductive Magic, but that's not a movie that any man could make, so...
Disturbing crypto-pedo fantasy that reads like Charles Dodgson and Roman Polanski brainstorming on heavy doses of MDMA.
It's got vampires + a very girly magic-realism drawn from fairy-tales and dream-work. A bit kitsch, innit? In a good way, though, like a lo-fi Nazareno Cruz.