"Hive Ghost" is so melodious and so sad. Its sadness lies in the division: a family of four, parents and a pair of little sisters. The worlds of adults and children are separated, and the worlds of older sisters and younger sisters are also separated. The adult world is trapped in a honey-colored confinement, in the warm yellow tone, but the parents are always alienated - the father is addicted to beekeeping, and the mother writes to her unannounced lover. She turned her eyes away from her husband and listened to his voice without saying a word, and they never even appeared in a frame. A child's world wanders in a field of freedom—freedom is nothing but childhood lies. The world of sisters is also divided. When the older sister felt terror and death first, she smeared blood on her childish lips and played the game of pretending to be dead with her younger sister who was not yet sensible. And when the ignorant sister finally touched the secret of the disappearance of "Frankenstein" in loneliness, the camera also cut from the yellow field to the lonely dark night - Anna's free childhood ended. 1940, Spain. Of course, when we talk about the era in which the story is set, we understand what alienation and what kind of fear it was. - "Have you ever picked up poisonous mushrooms?" Anna asked her father. - "No, I listen to your grandfather." The hive is both patriarchal and totalitarian; the ghost of childhood is nothing but Frankenstein by the river, and the ghost of adulthood is something shrouded in life, presumably It's self-evident.
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