The Awakening of Bess Morton

Summary

In a frost-laced New England town where steeples stab low clouds and the river keeps secrets better than any sinner, Bess Morton—played with tremulous steel by Gertrude Bondhill—awakens from a cataleptic trance that has lasted the length of a lunar cycle. Rumor brands her a corpse-crawler; children chant rhymes about her wax-pale skin; the parson’s sermons suddenly brim with references to Lazarus. Yet the truth is subtler: Bess has returned bearing the memory of a subterranean corridor, a mirror that reflects futures instead of faces, and a man whose silhouette smells of cedar and rust. William V. Mong’s screenplay refuses to label this figure ghost, lover, or demon; he is simply “the Visitor,” and his presence rewires Bess’s every artery until the townsfolk’s whispers feel like distant weather. Over the course of four seasons she negotiates with creditors, a mother who clutches a Bible like a life-raft, and a fiancé whose kisses taste of obligation rather than hunger. Each bargaining session peels another layer from the town’s respectability until the hypocrisy gleams raw. When the river finally swallows the old textile mill—its bricks already sodden with child labor and owners’ lies—Bess stands on the crag above the water, arms outstretched, letting the Visitor’s coat of moonlight settle on her shoulders. The closing shot freezes not on her face but on the reflection in the flood: the town upside-down, steeple pointing hell-ward, while Bess’s silhouette strides across the surface as though the torrent were solid ground.

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