Mini-review of ‘A Ghost Story’

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Another film to hate or love. “A Ghost Story” (2017) is streaming on Amazon Prime this month. It received mixed reviews on IMDB. This is not a horror film. The director demonstrates the passage of time in a series of mundane scenes about everyday life as witnessed by a ghost. One reviewer summed it up as “imagine a joke that takes 90 minutes to tell.” The ending is oddly satisfying, but this film is slow.

Having lost family members, I understood the expressions of grief as depicted by Rooney Mara. She is a talented actress that conveys strong emotion with small actions, but time is the star of this film. It dominates every scene. The trouble is time doesn’t have any lines. The dialogue (in English) is almost nonexistent except for one passionate monologue about the insignificance of man in the universe. Well, we’ve heard that before, dude.

The deceased husband (played by Casey Affleck) was a composer of electronic music. Too bad his music and time weren’t coupled throughout the film. I kept thinking about ambient videos, which I enjoy, and how the film could have experimented with that concept. Literally, it could have been a soundtrack of life. It’s a shame. The theme song is worth listening even if you skip the film (see below).

The film is shot from the perspective of the ghost and it offers one interpretation of the afterlife. I’ve often wondered what happens to a loved one after death. I’ve heard that sometimes, a ghost will remain when there’s unfinished business. Does the same thing happen when a film doesn’t quite reach its promise?


The Wife you know

The dog spoke to me

The dog spoke to me for the first time today as I sat down to breakfast.

“I don’t often speak,” he said. “But the nice lady is trying to poison you.”

My jaw hung open as my wife hurried into the kitchen.

“Don’t eat that,” she grabbed my plate. “I forgot the syrup.”

My wife saturated my pancakes with a thick gooey liquid and plopped the plate down in front of me. Tenderly, she kissed my forehead then sat down to eat her omelet. The dog winked at me.

I don’t know which was more disturbing; the dog or my wife.

Livin’ la Vida Virgo

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What if I had used my astrological chart like a user’s manual to guide my life? But being a Virgo disappoints me. The tagline should read, “The dullest sign on the planet excluding Capricorn.” What if I had lived my life like the anal retentive person I was born to be? What if I had embraced being organized, analytical, and practical? Or being logical, and always right? Or being helpful with sincerity instead of sarcasm? Could I have done it without dying of boredom?

I went to a Vedic astrologer for answers. He informed me that I was actually a Leo. He said I was born at the tail end of the sign. In other words, I am the back end of a cat.  Well, I’d rather be boring than a cat’s ass.

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