A gentle and rather elegiac meander around Russell's own former boarding house. It leads nowhere in particular, apart from up to the attic, but has a oddly beguiling blend of realism and fantasia that would mark out much of Russell's later television work.
Curiously tedious, it is almost like a parody of itself. Almost a "mondo" film. I kept asking myself, "What the hell am I watching?" On the edge of being something completely bizarre, while maintaining the format of a documentary.