A movie. Ghosts. And Philosophy. But also anthropology.
And immediately the first question. Why anthropology? Perhaps because of the music. Or the thought of ghosts. I don’t know.
And the second question right after that. What do we expect from a philosophical film? At least we don’t expect an ocean and radio waves. And we might not expect the search for ghosts in a Parisian restaurant either.
And where is the dance? The whole film seems to be the dance. Seems less to tell a story but dancing, moving, sometimes wildly and sometimes quite calmly on the path of the ghosts.
So it is a dance. Not a film. Maybe a ghost. Check it out. Or dance it. So the ghosts can come.
Ghost Dance. 1983. by Ken McMullen
