For a long time, I didn't like to watch ghost films or thrillers filmed in Western countries. Because they often use bloody and naked shots to stimulate the audience, either weird and ugly or pus and mucus. If I watch too much, my vision becomes numb. Perhaps it is due to cultural traditions. I appreciate the Eastern psychological fear even more. Those suspicious atmospheres are like seeing familiar stairs after the rain, dizzyingly unreal. The rusty escalator seems to be bleeding, and the few bleak crows seem to be mocking human ignorance. The creepy feeling is like when you are walking in the sun, there are two shadows on the ground, and you are the only one when you look around. It was a feeling of being unable to move and sweaty palms.
The feeling of "The Sixth Sense of Spirituality" is different from the two. It is not so much the fusion of Eastern and Western ghost film cultures, as it is a new way of thinking. That is to combine suspense with ethics, and use details to set off the atmosphere. It's ridiculous. When I first watched this movie, I had no idea that it was a ghost movie. I thought this was a film about children's psychological problems. Although the plot is a bit clichéd, the details are very interesting. Who knows that going down is more and more interesting, and when it comes to the end, it can't help but let people breathe a sigh of relief. Although the plot still has a lot of dissatisfaction and confusion, it is really surprisingly good overall.
The following are some points that moved me:
Cole's mother is a difficult single mother. Although her life is a mess, at least she loves Little Cole very much. Her appearance in the film gave people a very bad feeling. She was very busy without ironing the clothes that she picked up and put on. The puppy lying in the laundry basket, although very cute, had to be said to be too dirty. He almost regarded the laundry basket as his. kennel. Even so, Cole's mother tried her best to be a good mother. So she is picky about the smudges on Cole's tie; she always squatted down when she was talking to Cole; when she was unemployed, she would compose beautiful lies for Cole, describing those chocolate delicacies that didn't exist at all.
One story I was deeply impressed was that when my mother returned to the dining table, she found that all the cabinets and drawer doors were open. When Cole left the table, he left a deep sweat on his hands. It can be seen that Cole has never left the table. He just didn't want others to know that he could see ghosts. When I think back to this plot, although there are only a few pens, I really shudder, and I can particularly feel Cole's fear.
"If you don't believe me, how can you help me." When Cole yelled these words almost desperately. This little genius-Haley Joel Osment (Haley Joel Osment) completely conquered me. I don't know how he understood those fears and despair. But the Cole he showed was just right—full of despair and anxiety, and arousing affection. Especially when showing loneliness and hysteria, I think this child is too precocious, whether he really understands it or not, but what he sees in his eyes is like the self who lost his way in childhood. Full of restlessness, my head is full of fantasies about terrible monsters. When I recalled it, it was filled with dense fog again, and I couldn't remember if I really saw those spiritual things.
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