The daughter of a member of a duck hunting club is in love with one man, while her father chooses another. Finally the father strives to bring the affair to a proper and just ending by promising his daughter to the one who can bring in the elusive game.
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Feathers, folly, and the fickle price of patriarchy: why Duck Inn still quacks louder than ninety-nine percent of digitized nostalgia. The first time I saw Duck Inn I expected a disposable one-reel trifle, the kind of brittle celluloid that shatters under the mildest academic squint. Instead I got a swampy tone-poem ...
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Comparing the cinematic DNA and archive impact of two defining moments in cult history.
Gilbert Pratt
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" Feathers, folly, and the fickle price of patriarchy: why Duck Inn still quacks louder than ninety-nine percent of digitized nostalgia. The first time I saw Duck Inn I expected a disposable one-reel trifle, the kind of brittle celluloid that shatters under the mildest academic squint. Instead I got a swampy tone-poem that gnaws at the scaffolding of male authority with every spluttering punt-gun. Lloyd Hamilton—often dismissed as a second-tier clown—turns his trademark "slow-burn" into a verita..."
