I was fifteen or sixteen at the time, and in an aunt's house, my cousin and a few people yelled about watching ghost movies. I watched it together, but I didn't see a ghost for nearly 20 minutes, so I felt very boring—not to mention the original Chinese and English subtitles—it was still played on CD.
Anyway, the reading speed at that time couldn't keep up with the progress of the subtitles, so a few years later, I only remembered a scene where a female zombie was stabbed through the body by an iron pipe, and the bloody hole could be seen. I had never seen such a bloody scene at the time. When I think about it at night, I can’t sleep. Firstly, I feel numb in a snack, and secondly, I have been entangled in how this shot was taken.
Although I still don't know how this shot was taken, but I am not curious about it anymore.
After many years, I am already a senior shadow insect. Very greedy to watch movies. Whenever a movie appears in my sight more than three times, I have to look at it. After scanning several leaderboards (now I feel a little bit petty for this), I noticed this movie again.
The movie is described as a very British zombie movie. A few years ago, because I didn't see the taste that people said, I didn't count it as watching the movie, I think. So I said to look for it. Actually put the thoughts on hold again and again. Anyway, I watched it tonight.
Because I have watched a few psychological suspense films before, I even thought it might be a psychological suspense film in the middle of the film. Shaun, who had a terrible life, finally had a split personality. He fantasized about being a zombie. Thing, and then reasonably killed everyone around him in that personality world.
Ok. I now admit that the movie is not saved for an unexpected ending. I need to watch more of these films to save my stereotyped aesthetics.
Sorry, this is not a film review. Just an essay.
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