The gloomy house, the specious wind. The protagonist in the natural light gradually revealed what she was looking for. Pale face, gloomy eyes, Maureen tried to communicate with the soul on the other end with a lingering sense of uncertainty. She didn't find out. His friend recommended her a documentary about psychic Victor Hugo à Jersey, where people try to find the soul in a shabby dark hut, and Maureen is fascinated in the subway. With the onset of anonymous text messages, there is some suspense in the sleepy story rhythm, could this be a ghost story?
Putting on the employer's fancy clothes with trepidation, the perfect figure gleaming in front of the mirror, the luxury is within sight and cannot be broken, accompanied by the trembling of excitement, maybe there is a fool next to the mirror watching? Gradually, I found that there was no other leading role in the film except K God. From the small room to the speeding train, the camera lingered around her like a ghost. The second leading role is "Ghost". This ghost seems to be peeping just like the audience. But never gave a clear answer. Including the murder of the employer, we saw a seemingly airy figure walk out of the house, and no one knew who the real murderer was until the end.
After a few turns, things seem to have come to an end, but Maureen's answer hasn't been answered yet. She came to the Sultan's inn, and the glass fell from the air again, but there seemed to be no definite answer.
"Is that you?" Maureen asked tremblingly in the hut, but the answer was an illogical knock.
I found that I was the third ghost, and as the camera looked at Maureen's experience from a strange perspective, feeling her bondage to her deceased brother, her calmness to others, her distaste for her current job and the complicated feelings of her employer, Gradually, there was a sense of alienation, a private memory that was difficult to share with others and belonged only to me and the protagonist. This kind of memory is like a psychic movie in a mobile phone, no one else is watching, the movie and the protagonist form a single dialogue, just like people trying to talk to the looming ghost. In the past, watching a blockbuster in the theater, the roar of the explosion and the exciting background music reminded us that what happened was in front of everyone's eyes, but the quiet Maureen Ghost Story provides us with a ghostly perspective from beginning to end. Imagine a whole dark theater where people are engrossed in a situation where they have to resist a strong drowsiness and a willingness to complain on the spot, trying to keep their eyes open for the "truth" only to find it inexplicable. Everything is like the wind at the beginning, he is creepy but nothing happens. Some people read loneliness from the wind in the subway, and some people read the confusion from the wind in the apartment. God K used her melancholy eyes to interpret a young man who was wrapped in the unknown and a little tired. She tried to find something from the unknown, from the usual The audience who fell from the seat of God's perspective became the ghost of the heroine Maureen.
Thinking of Assayas's "Cleaning" a long time ago, Maggie Cheung played a singer who returned to life after detoxification. At the end of the film, she sang "She can't tell me" in the studio. Seemingly full of frustration with the ghost's authenticity, I asked Maureen a hundred thousand whys, She can't tell me.
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