I'm a big fan of director Curtis Harrington, who specialized in weird, stylized, and downbeat films. Knowing virtually nothing about the subject of this short, an obscure artist named Marjorie Cameron, I found myself wondering what the hell Harrington was trying to achieve here. There's no plot, merely a few lingering shots of Cameron, a beatnik/occult poetry recital/score, and endless meandering shots of her soon-to-be-destroyed canvases. What you can see of Cameron's artwork was undeniably beautiful - but the roving camera obfuscated the full view of most of the paintings and the dialogue was merely psychobabble (heavy emphasis on the first syllable).
It's wonderful that the film has survived and is in such great shape, so for fans of Cameron who are watching it in the proper context, I'm sure this obscure little avant-garde film is a must-see, but as a fan of Harrington... well, I got infinitely more enjoyment out of his later (reluctant and half-assed) directorial efforts on craptastic '70s & '80s Aaron Spelling TV shows like "Charlie's Angels" and "Dynasty." The rest of his early shorts are awesomely offbeat and visceral but this one was too unstructured and, quite frankly, tedious for my tastes.