I finished watching this movie twice. The first time was last night. As a horror film lover, I was very nervous during the first 30 minutes. I paused and left to wash my clothes and calm my mood. Now I began to question whether I am old or timid, and I can't help but think about the beginning of the seventh month of the lunar calendar. But until I saw the ghost lying on the closet, I was completely relieved, and then started watching movies at ease. It felt like waiting for half a year for you to finally come out. Then I began to think about why this happened. Finally came to a very old-fashioned conclusion: fear of the unknown. Once this thing is visible, it seems that the reason has been found. No matter how you want to be afraid, this thing is there, swaying from side to side. After I figured this out, I knew why I thought this was a classic when I watched Chainsaw Horror One, because the old man didn't show up until the last minute. So I have been nervous and suspenseful all the time. But this soul-calling is indeed very rhythmic. The final subtitles say that fairy tales are real, demons are real, and God is real, which completely subverts my logic. In the past, I felt that the East was mostly Taoist monks exorcising demons, while the West generally turned to God for help. I have always felt that if you do not believe in God, you will naturally not feel the influence of the devil, so as complementary products, the two generally appear together. As a result, the protagonist in the play, who has no religious beliefs, also encountered a bad hand. So they will come to you no matter what you believe or don't believe. So I define this movie as: a religious propaganda drama. The conclusion is that you always want to believe in God, and you believe it early.
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