Hey, it's Orson Welles. That's about it. It's like finding a scrap of paper left behind by William Faulkner. This is a bizarre, nondescript thing which makes little or no sense. There is a man in blackface and white hair. There is a severe looking woman who may be racist. There is a lynching--sort of. Anyway, that's about it. Not that memorable.
Review of The Hearts of Age
