This is a cute 8 minutes, but not much else. Shorts are often a gamble, and you might feel tempted by the little palm tree icons denoting a festival selection of some sort, but are too small to read. Much of this film’s budget was likely spent on its (very convincing) 1950s production design, but apart from some weak underlying tension that ends up deflated for naught, this would be better-read as a very funny, well-acted, nicely-shot tale of a precocious brat having a chat with the neighbourhood postman. A shame, too, as the American Dream setting would have made the perfect backdrop for some truly gruesome (or just creepy gruesome-less) juxtaposition.
Score: 🎃🎃
An Englishwoman in Salem 