This four minute piece deteriorated after a promising start. It struggled to maintain audience attention because it lacked fluidity and a good narrative line. I think a re-writing of the script would have helped to improve the fluency of the story. There isn't much that you can cram into a four minute short film, but it does lend itself to the anecdotal genre. This is where the the 34 year old D.W. Griffith went wrong. He wasn't telling a story as such, he was using the time to tell an Edgar Allen Poe tale which just didn't work. The net result was a superficial effort that had strained credulity. Overall, this short piece was neither entertaining nor important enough to be entered into the Griffith canon.
