I’m the only person I know who’s seen A Ghost Story and that’s a crying shame because this film is extraordinary. Not for all, probably not even for most, A Ghost Story is sensitive, intimate, quiet, haunting (pun intended) tale of a ghost who can’t give up on love. Casey Affleck’s songwriter character dies (not a spoiler) suddenly leaving unfinished business in the form of a deep yearning for girlfriend/wife (we never know for sure) Rooney Mara. He pines for their lost love by lingering in their house wearing a beautifully draped sheet with eye holes as a death shroud. Is it a bit corny? Surprisingly not. After a while, it actually becomes quite poignant – especially when we meet another lost ghost in floral sheets.
There are solid chunks of the film without any dialog at all (there is one fantastic speech that seems to especially please the Ghost). It may feel a bit too quiet at times and the verrry long lingering shots may wear on the nerves here and there. “Cut, already!!” A Ghost Story is strangely affecting and was, for me anyway, quite moving. Death and the aftermath are tricky and A Ghost Story is respectful of that trickiness on both sides of the equation here: for the survivor and for the dead.
A note for photographers: the framing of this film looks remarkably like the rounded edge, square photos of my family from the 70s taken from a Hasselblad two and quarter camera: desaturated and yellow and familiar. Take my word for it: you must see it.
Really, really short review: Hauntingly beautiful