Retribution

"I am dead. So please, I want everyone to die too" ** one of my favorite things about kurosawa's portrayal of ghosts and otherworldly presences is how the environment informs the haunting. the city is fringed with decay. somehow both sterile and derelict. concrete and murky waters. even without a visible apparition, you feel its presence looming. it’s almost a relief when it finally takes a corporeal form the atmosphere mirrors the psyche of our protagonist, as well as the presence that haunts him. the injustice she carries is overwhelmingly tragic. and frightening. in this world, becoming a spirit doesn’t mean transcendence. it means being reduced to your deepest wounds. to be robbed in life, then to be robbed again in death. a static, never ending violation upon both your humanity and the unlucky who are swept into it's current. very scawy (teeth chattering noises)