I remembered that when I was in high school, I failed the quiz and always liked to buy a chocolate pie. When I opened the package, I always felt a sense of grievance that I wanted to cry. After the first bite, the sweet taste and the presence of real food always give me a feeling of being comforted. This may be the reason why my eyes turned red when I saw the heroine eating chocolate pie alone and vomited. That was the comfort she sought, but the pain in her heart could not be satisfied, so I took one bite, one bite after another. The wolf was unbearable, and the tears fell from eating.
Too many long shots are a bit annoying, but one second, the ear and the temples are rubbing together, and the next second is life and death, which is even more prominent in this slightly tortured and depressing shot.
Covered by the sheets, this ghost is even more helpless, like a child, watching the newly-arrived family lose their temper childishly. And the hand he put on his crying girlfriend at that time was so cumbersome and cute.
The ghost time chaos is also very poignant, like I just want to lie in bed and it ends up being bedtime.
This rounded lens processing feels more like the memory of shooting, and it has a more empathetic feeling. In the end, he was the only one left, and he was the only one dragging the dirty and wrinkled sheets, looking down at the high-rise buildings, completely unable to get in, and feeling that nothing was left, nothing more than that.
Finally, let me say something that sounds funny but makes me sad. After so many years, this ghost still sticks to the wall like a dog. I had known why I didn't read it when the heroine wrote it. If I were this ghost, I would be more lively... Can't I pull out all the corners of the paralyzing note? I really want to know what the hell is going on!
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