Summary
A nickelodeon fever-dream stitched from frayed silk ribbons, Horseshoe and Bridal Veil unreels like a daguerreotype that has learned how to bleed. In the gas-lit hush of a frontier boom-town, a nameless faro-dealer with soot-black eyes bargains his beating heart for a single dusk with the phantasmal showgirl who materializes inside the saloon’s cracked mirror. Their tryst—equal parts communion and stick-up—spirals into a kaleidoscope of double-exposed waltzes, cyanide-laced poker chips, and a horse-drawn hearse whose wheels churn bridal veils into funeral dust. By the time the church bell tolls thirteen, every character has swapped skins: the gambler wears the sequined corset, the showgirl sports a horseshoe mustache, and the audience—us—realizes the film has been staring back, counting our eyelashes like dollar bills.
Synopsis
Director
C.L. Chester
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