"who? Who?"
"I don't remember I don't remember"
I thought it was a man in a white sheet. End with loneliness. The ghost who came home watched his wife immersed in pain, but could not comfort him. He accompanied him silently, and then he could only watch his wife find a new lover and leave the originally warm and now sad home. His anger has nothing to do with her despair anymore. Death has drawn an invisible barrier between the two worlds. Death has never been romantic since ancient times.
No matter when and where one faces death in whatever form, it is an eternal end. Your clock freezes at a specific point, but her hands are still turning. Living people, whether they are active or passive, will be pushed away by time and pushed to forget. So as a ghost, he can only be trapped in place, watching the distance from her getting farther and farther, thinking alone in this life for whom is he living, and what is he waiting for?
Writers leave novels, musicians leave music scores, but the paper will be burned, the name will be erased, and the master will become a "someone" in a few years, but the melody may be subconsciously hummed at a certain moment, but the sentence is not. Maybe blurted out in a split second. So you can't create to leave an imprint, and you can't live to be remembered. Live for yourself, live in the moment, and be happy in every moment.
A Ghost Story, the Chinese literal translation of "Ghost Story", and the domestic translation of "Ghost Story", I think it is very appropriate, and it is infinitely close to the artistry and central idea of the film. As the top ten film at the Sundance Film Festival, it was bought by A24 before it was released. 90% of the lines in the whole film appeared in the trailer. It took nearly two hours. Accompanied by the low voice of the violin, the ghost eyes looked at people, and the more they watched, the more interesting they became.
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