A Ghost Story is the worst film of 2017 (so far). We literally watched paint dry in some scenes and Rooney Mara eats a pie for 7 minutes.
I’m pretty sure David Lowery had some serious blackmail on Casey Affleck in convincing him to have 11 minutes of dialogue and 87 minutes under a sheet.
Never mind that he turns into poltergeist only to harass the one Hispanic family in the movie but leaves all the white people alone only for some psuedo-intellectual blow-hard to have a nonsensical monologue about the ever expanding universe.
Oh yeah! And ghosts can now time travel. Yep, after watching the region turn into a bunch of office high rises, Casey Affleck’s ghost (honestly, who cares what his name is?) commits suicide…allowing him to go back in time and watch white pioneers get killed by Native Americans!
The house gets rebuilt, you see him and Mara move in, almost end their marriage, he’s his own ghost that haunted this house from the get-go and f*ck me, for watch it!
If I could give negative stars, I would. The only reason why I didn’t walk out, like two other wise individuals, was because I spent 2 hours in traffic getting to the screening room. Thank God there was air conditioning or else I would have entered the seventh level of Hell.
Holy God, I thought Tusk was bad, but this has shattered all my lowered expectations of art house films for years to come.
A Ghost Story comes out today…save your money.