When I first watched “A Ghost Story” just over 2 years ago I found myself more bemused than amused. My experience was somewhere between fascination and boredom. (Odd how the one can fall into the other so quickly, especially if there is a hypnotic effect.) But (and I know no other way to say this) it continued to haunt me. I took that as a good sign. I knew I’d be watching it again.
And I did, last evening.
The title might lead you to think this a horror movie. It’s anything but. However, if you find meditations about the vastness of the Universe, or perhaps better Time and Space, and the insignificance of human life measured against that, perhaps for you this will be a horror movie.
mention as I move along, and some of it is implied. He is an artist, and he creates works of art. For me, art first must entertain, interest, engage me. In that Fincher succeeds to a degree matched by only a few of his peers. As you will see, in some cases it took me more than one viewing to recognize the brilliance within a particular work. But loving his work as I do, that was an easy and always rewarding undertaking.