Pale tinted brightness; a ghostly light hits the screen, the characters, the action. Mamoru Oshii’s DNA-identity and cyberpunk spectacle, visionary in its heavy dialogue and images, chaotic in its superior action. Guns are blazing and the action is sweet; the visuals coincide and collaborate with CG and celluloid flair. Car chases buzz, until, a final confrontation with creator and life.
Its set pieces are all grand, yet, there’s something missing within its cold and convoluted story. Ghost in the Shell is a beautiful rave of existence and technology, wrapped inside a rocky skeleton. It demands a full fledged protagonist but never responds until its final moments. Her dialogue is complex and perhaps foreign, but, almost poetic in a certain sense. Ghost away.