This is a surreal short film that may be a little rough around the edges, but I love how it was made by a college kid at age 20 in 1946, and what it represents. Dressed in a large overcoat, fedora, and glasses, Harrington plays a somber character who seems like a voyeur pursuing sex after seeing a woman with her lover. Instead, he finds illusion, mortality, and aspects of his own identity, the symbolism for which is fascinating.
What comes across to me is a man in disguise of himself at the outset, someone who walks down the dark corridors of his mind while thinking about his sexuality, looks himself in the mirror, and begins shedding the artifice of conformity to reveal his true self. The moment of truth with a woman is a kind of spiritual death because it's counter to his sexuality, as the smiles from her handsome lover have served as a catalyst for him. In pursuing love he eventually come to a place where he finds himself, and it's no longer in a traditional heterosexual male role. It's subtle, daring, and artistic - well worth 14 minutes, and one I won't forget.