A free show, and we got our money's worth. But with the dramatis personae including Billy the Krishna, it deserved at least a hearing.
Filmed locally, on -- presumably -- a shoestring budget, it mixed motifs from western and zombie movies and beyond into what can only be described as as shaggy god story. It's a game of cinema, testing the mythmaking power of film and imagination to destruction, as the Potemkin-village western sets have inconvenient bits of modern English countryside poking into them.
Ultimately, it didn't have very much to say, but said it a great length -- each tableau was drawn out about twice as long as it should have been. At half an hour it would have been quirky -- at an hour, it felt like the editing had been done in a "we filmed it, we show it" style.