i'm not sure i've ever been so arrested -- physically, attentively, emotionally -- in a movie theater before. like swinton's jessica (and i should say, this is the first time i've ever liked a swinton performance) i moved from an initial terror at the haunting boom in her head to irresistible curiosity to metaphysical longing, a desire for understanding that stretches into memories that are at once inaccessible and universal, the memory of the earth.
i've always thought that ghosts must be real, in the sense that a space can capture and record the memory of something that lived within it. i think people, animals, anything can leave a record of itself behind in a place, reverberating forwards through time…