Ever wonder if that person on the other side of your text messages who takes forever to respond to you may actually not even be there, and that you have all along been texting to the ghosts of meaning withheld within language? Then this is your movie.
This is the world as it would be if everything were a text message. We often have to project onto these inadequate, cryptic little communications the emotions and thoughts we would "like" to be there but that maybe aren't. The main character lives in a world that is similarly impoverished by incomplete contexts and information, which also means incomplete life in terms of experience. She has a boyfriend via Skype. Her boss interacts with her through short commands. She buys her boss's desires, not her own. Even when the boss is murdered we barely learn about it. And when the murderer meets the main character almost no details are forthcoming. When she dares to live via the things she has bought for her boss, she is not living her own life.
Seemingly in reaction to this impoverished reality, the main character fancies herself to be a medium in touch with numinous communications from the world of the dead. She begins to think the ghost of her brother is stalking her via text message. Or is it just some banal pervert who happens to have her number? The scenario is so impoverished because of the cryptic texted information that it's impossible to know. At the end of the movie, we really don't know, and that's the point. In an impoverished world, we are always projecting our own wishes and "ghosts" into it to give it at least some hint of meaning. Is that futile? Is it the real realm of ghosts? This is where the movie brings us.
This is the world as it would be if everything were a text message. We often have to project onto these inadequate, cryptic little communications the emotions and thoughts we would "like" to be there but that maybe aren't. The main character lives in a world that is similarly impoverished by incomplete contexts and information, which also means incomplete life in terms of experience. She has a boyfriend via Skype. Her boss interacts with her through short commands. She buys her boss's desires, not her own. Even when the boss is murdered we barely learn about it. And when the murderer meets the main character almost no details are forthcoming. When she dares to live via the things she has bought for her boss, she is not living her own life.
Seemingly in reaction to this impoverished reality, the main character fancies herself to be a medium in touch with numinous communications from the world of the dead. She begins to think the ghost of her brother is stalking her via text message. Or is it just some banal pervert who happens to have her number? The scenario is so impoverished because of the cryptic texted information that it's impossible to know. At the end of the movie, we really don't know, and that's the point. In an impoverished world, we are always projecting our own wishes and "ghosts" into it to give it at least some hint of meaning. Is that futile? Is it the real realm of ghosts? This is where the movie brings us.
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