CJ Probst’s review published on Letterboxd:
Alright gang, I watched this based on a buzz I had heard and what resulted was the best film, though I have seen admittedly few, this year. It’s a whisper in time, heart-wrenching, and impressive beyond belief. Bringing back the archetypal portrayal of a ghost consisting of a bedsheet with holes in it, A Ghost Story, something that could easily be dismissed as ‘cheap’ or ‘cliché’ works in spades, elevating it to a rare melancholy that absolutely hypnotized me. It ripped my fucking heart out and made me re-evaluate what it means to be here, what I may leave behind and the mind-boggling perception that is time.
I don’t exactly know what it is about infusing horror elements into an otherwise sentimental film that seems to strike me so hard. Whether it be grim or existential, titles like The VVitch and Let the Right One In resonate with me so strongly that they become my favorite champions of this art form. Dark. Light. Sweet. Salty. They go together so harmoniously as butter with bread.
It is a film about voyeurism, contemplation and most importantly plays with the fabric of a sheet as it does with the fabric of time. What it means to linger, to wait for those who you love most dearly. Not all of it is completely clear, important when dealing with themes of this nature, giving you the chance to contemplate and form your own interpretations of what life means to you and how you might deal with a situation in which it was stripped from you.
What would you do? How long would you hold on to something that is no longer yours? We watch films to show us something we cannot see in our ordinary lives, or at the very least, condense something we all know to be complex in easy to digest morsels of emotional evocation. The ghosts in this film seem to do the same, just over very long periods of time to get the same picture. A Ghost Story will take you on an introspective journey, what’s happening on the screen may pale in comparison with what happens inside you.