Cold, depressed, neurotic, fragile, beautiful, distorted. This is the impression that flows in my mind when the big screen instantly returns to darkness, and the blue curtain is slowly opened under the rectangular arcade with pink lights flashing evenly. At first glance, Mao De is as pitiful as the witch Carrie, but from the perspective of the whole film, she is more self-inflicted than excusable. Although after meeting Amanda, who was under her care, she was like an ordinary girl, and she would show a stubborn and uncontrollable possessiveness, and once Amanda started to mock her inexplicably pious Catholic faith , She was so angry that she couldn't bear to burn her jade and stone in the end. Any kind of help from the outside world seems to her to be evil tentacles from hell, but she is so pretentious and has only a masochistic complex to her own savior, no different from Shaking M. This self-abuse hobby is like drugs. The same led her to destruction. This makes the content of the film more ambiguous than that of Witch Carrie and Cold-Blooded Horror (one of the inspirations of the film). All in all, I think this film doesn’t seem to want to criticize or pity anyone. It just finds an untenable reason to show the director’s paranoia to a kind of pathological and empty beauty. The pathological beauty of this kind of moth to the fire is really heartbreaking. (The strong contrast between fantasy and reality at the end really scared me. It was all right before), but it's hard to be empathetic. Because the film has never really tried to give a reason for Mao De's obsession with religious salvation, this makes her distorted behavior stay on the superficial surface of visual impact. Let the witch show her invisible wings and hear the voice in the devilish brain (it is worth mentioning that the voice was also made by the hostess in her mother tongue Welsh). If this kind of magical bridge is placed in Jiali It will seem both poetic and tragic, but in this film it can only make people see the pathological poetry. But in terms of film aesthetics alone, the scene of Mao De bathing in moonlight and blood in the holy clothes near the end (actually the sheets purchased from the second-hand store) is the most beautiful scene in the horror film industry in recent years. There is nothing to say about the seductiveness of this film. Khan, why do I think of so much now? When I was chatting face to face with Morfydd Clark after leaving the scene last night, I could have vomited all these words to her...
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