It should be illegal for films to be this sad. It hits you and then keeps you punching. We all have some quirk of ourselves which makes us different from others. But what happens after we die? What happens to all the love that has no place to go? What happens of our loved ones? Do they know we are waiting for them? This is a ghost story. The spritual dimension, who just keeps on waiting. A ghost is real and gets out of this dimension when he realises they are not coming back. A sad part. But there is another way too. The ghost transcend space and time. The grief eating of pie by Rooney Mara was a spare to the heart. So few words in this film but the weight of the lingering silence. Wow.
Review of A Ghost Story
