This eleven minute offering presents too many cardboard characters from the East Coast. It places a heavy emphasis on stage animation rather than focusing on narrative. The love interest between Frank Powell and Mary Pickford is contrived and unconvincing. Powell is not only an unlikeable character, he comes across as quite arrogant and unengaging. He didn't endear himself to me, although I still think that Pickford delivered a good performance. The 34 year old D.W. Griffith still cannot get out of the habit of presenting ethnic stereotype characters are simple, inferior and laughable. The film keeps changing viewpoint, making you uncertain of whose perspective this is being told from. Obviously the director's.
Review of The Broken Locket
