This film seems to have been advertised for months and months at Cinema Nova (my favourite cinema). It’s such a daggy looking ghost, in its white sheet with cut-out eyes, and the audience (myself included) didn’t know whether to laugh out loud at times during the film. As with time-travel films, some movies don’t bear thinking too hard about (“Hey! What about….?), and it’s true of this film too. But overall, it is a quiet, sad reflection on memory and place. The thing that really struck me about the film was the sound track. You can hear every crackle and brush of fabric, with haunting, slightly dissonant music. I enjoyed it
My rating: 4.5 stars.
The Resident Judge of Port Phillip 