鬼入侵 第一季

第一季取胜的除了恐怖的氛围之外，我个人最喜欢的其实是它的叙事方式。

第二季用一个叙述者讲故事的方式进入故事，前面第一集到第四集是沉闷且冗长的平铺直叙，虽有铺陈，但实在无趣；第5集才开始进入正轨，进入思绪的跳跃式网状叙事，前四集的铺陈也豁然开朗；第6第7集沿用第5集叙事方式加班加点地把主要人物交代清楚的同时也推进故事；第8集交代起源；第9集收尾。女家教和园丁的爱情取代了恐怖，由鬼故事转调定性为爱情故事，圆满了为什么这个鬼故事一点也不恐怖这件事。

反复地陷入过去的记忆，因为不会有 / 不期待会有更好的新的未来，只剩下可能是美好的或者是恐怖的记忆，陷入其中无法自拔，然在时间的洗礼下，不仅没有新的未来，连仅存的过去的记忆也终将会失去，甚至模糊了面貌，剩下的只是游荡在庄园内徘徊不散的缚地灵，个人觉得这件事很悲哀。也跟厨师那患有老人痴呆症的母亲有了互映 / 对应。

对应回园丁和家教老师的爱情也是，如同被证实患上老人痴呆症的病人一样，终将失去的事实板上钉钉，但“死期”何时会降临则未可而知，相爱的两人在失去的恐惧中相互搀扶如履薄冰地，缓缓前行，直到家教老师成为新一任湖中女士……她们的爱情从此失去获得新的未来的机会，只剩下过去的回忆，在没有未来的未来里，独自被遗留的人，拖着被岁月洗礼下逐渐衰老凋零，而终向腐朽的躯体，在记忆还未被洗净之前，在脑海里的她的容颜仍显明的时候，每夜每夜在浴缸和洗脸盆蓄满水和坚持留下的门缝，渴望重遇那被时间带走已不可能再次降临的过去……这确实不是一个鬼故事，而是一个失去了未来，而过去也终将会被消失的一个令人伤情的爱情故事。

得以离开，或许是对那些没有未来也失去了过去的鬼魂 / 厨师老母亲，也是身在其间的其他生者最大的解脱。

另外，17世纪的庄园女主人，以一人执念造就整个鬼庄园，执念是一种力量，有时，过了也是一种一叶障目的诅咒。

维奥拉怎么看都是烂人一个

哪怕一直心里默念这是个悲剧人物，是悲剧人物，悲剧，悲

西巴，到底怎么想的写出这么个东西？伽椰子至少有悲惨的死亡，她纯自作自受，几年的照顾视作理所应当，想扇耳光就扇耳光，扇完又让妹妹扶她回去，让扶不让碰。这不是固执，是偏执。看见丈夫把箱子沉底我可太痛快了，还没怎么舒坦就看见她开始杀人，你女儿离开庄园又不是死了你他妈直接杀小孩，看得我拳头梆硬

彼得和丽贝卡那条线也他妈地离谱，你管这叫爱情？用的词句再美再诗意也掩盖不了这段关系的本质，是谋杀啊！丽贝卡你长点儿心吧，拿着精英女性的人设演着恋爱脑的戏。

本人非常喜欢第8集关于Viola的盘白，文学功底深厚，此文作部分摘选，仅供欣赏

She would sleep.

She would wake.

She would walk.

She would sleep.

She would wake.

She would walk.

And time went by, how much time, it was impossible to reason.

Sleeping

Walking

Walking

And in time, as we all do, she admitted all. She admitted she was dead. She admitted her husband had moved on. She admitted her daughter was growing without her. And she admitted her room was a dream, a construct, a lie preferred, to the truth of the trunk.

But there waited for her, at the end of this purgatory, a reward in the knowledge that one day, the door would open. One day, the locks would see their keys, and, one day, Isabel would open her mother’s trunk and claim her rewards. Both of their rewards.

And day after day, night after night, an ocean of time, the moment finally came. When she beheld her husband, she saw not the changes wrought of time, only his sadness. only that. And so, overwhelmed, she slept and waited.

They buried Lady Perdita, and set about forging a new life. The business was empty, the manor was lost. If not in law, in spirit.

They would move away from here, sell the manor and find a quieter life, a smaller one, made only for two of them. The two of they, and also, Viola.

At least, at least, she’d be with them both. Her husband, her daughter. No matter if she couldn’t see her, couldn’t touch her, couldn’t hear her. No matter. She’d be with them, and that was all that mattered.

They were leaving Bly, leaving most of what remained of their belongings. Her reward for all these years of isolation, for all the ache in her tired heart.

But Arthur had grown a superstitious man, and had seen the horror on Perdita’s lifeless face.

His superstition defied reason, but felt confident all the same. Whatever curse had claimed his second wife, he would not risk his daughter to its icy fingers. His daughter, or anyone else.

The final insult of being cast to the swampy depths, while her daughter would grow to womanhood. This absolute abandonment. It shattered Viola’s heart.

The feeling of being pulled towards some other place, some realm beyond, had faded in the years since her death, but now she rejected it outright. With every ounce of her considerable will, as when she was sick, and against all probability, Viola would not go. The eldest of Willoughby’s daughters, once lady of Lloyd of Bly, remained, some would whisper, by stubbornness alone.The pull of that next world ignored, she instead made her own gravity, gravity of will, that would change the terrain of Bly Manor forever.

And once again, she would sleep. She would wake. And she would walk. As if woken from a nightmare, she would walk back to her home, feeling each time that it is a dream. Feeling that if she walked to her bedroom, to the room she once shared with her husband, her infant daughter, that perhaps the nightmare would abate, that she could simply slip into the warmth of blankets and nestle herself to the bosom of her family, waiting for her all this time. And she’d stare at that empty bed, and Viola would remember. And the remembering itself was injury anew. Her heart would shatter anew, burning in her bosom, a searing ache that she hoped would be quenched by the cold, muddy waters of her new manor, her new home.

Thus, she would sleep, and she would forget. Having forgotten, she would wake. She would walk. How many nights, how many walks, she could no longer count.

Her attention lay only ahead, only on the bed that was her goal, and on the daughter she believed, each time she woke, would be waiting her there. She didn’t even realize that a decade had passed, not even realize, after an outbreak of plague in the village, that the empty manor had become a quarantine for the coughing death that ravaged her former community.

“Where is she?” Viola asked.

“What are you doing in here? It isn’t safe. You mustn’t be in this wing without protection.” said the plague doctor.

“Where?”

As the plague doctor died, so he was immediately forgotten, and a strange phenomenon occurred. Her gravity, it seemed, her invented gravity that held her to the grounds, that kept her in purgatory, it would hold others, too.

She would sleep, and as happens when one dreams, she would forget. And having forgotten, she would wake. She would walk.

Viola faintly noticed her own attempted exorcism. And alas, poor vicar, the second person to find himself in Viola’s path.

She would sleep, forget, and forget, and forget. And with the forgetting, an ailment altogether monstrous.

All things fade. All things. Flesh, stone, even stars themselves. Time takes all things. It is the way of the world. The past recedes, memories fade, and so, true, does the spirit. Everything yields to time, even the soul.

Wake, walk, forget even more. Her name, forgotten. Her sister’s name, forgotten. As her memories left her, so, too, her face.

So little did she remember, that one night, she found a child in her daughter’s old bed, and could not remember who she had been hoping to see. She had only the faint notion that she’d walked this far hoping to find a child, and here was a child. It must be the child whom she’d sought. It must.

She would sleep, and fade, and fade. And others, too. Those souls held in her orbit, those unfortunates trapped in the gravity well she had made of Bly Manor. They were fading as well.

The eldest of Willoughby’s daughters, once Lady Lloyd of Bly, now just a thought, just a feeling, not a women at all, not a person at all, nor a name or face. Just need, need, and loneliness, and rage.

Her fate was a nightmare. A fate that befell all trapped at Bly. A fate that befell Viola’s once sister, now forgotten in the attic. Unaware that she’d ever had a sister at all, to murder, or be murdered by. A fate that befell anyone unfortunate enough to step into her habitual path. A fate that befell a poor valet, so many years later. A fate that befell even those who died of other causes at Bly, who found themselves in the grips of Viola’s gravity, even if never in the grip of her icy hands.No hope for anyone with the sad misfortune to die on the grounds of Bly. No hope for the victims of Bly, be the victims of fate, of vice, or disease, or of each other.

作为一部故事片我能给及格分，但作为一部恐怖片我给不及格分。

作为鬼入侵的第二季，第一季的精彩构思和剧情转换在这一季里没什么体现。恐怖元素几乎没有，故事讲的也很松散，关联性较弱。每个配角和一些看似精妙的伏笔都没有深挖。

女主未婚夫作为前期主要恐怖元素消失的时候甚至都没一个镜头，前任女教师的剧情更是迷惑，我一直觉得这对恋人后期会出现一些作为主要看点的剧情，毕竟这俩人篇幅感觉比女主都多，结果从湖中女士一出来，前后的剧情直接割裂开。前面是故弄玄虚的惊吓，后期直接走爱情剧情流。感觉所有角色都是高开低走，戛然而止。典型如亨利，精神分裂？剧情篇幅占的不少，然后就直接没有下文，亨利线如果不挖反而砍掉比较好。

全局其实最让我出戏的是结尾湖中女士出现的时候，管家剧情铺垫到这里，救世主般的登场，然后…就没有然后了。类似的还有亨利，前面场景气势汹汹要搞大事一样的Peter。一个被随手秒杀，一个则直接躲起来。前期那么多剧情，到这集体打了个酱油然后基本彻底杀青了。

主线比支线都短你敢信？短也就算了，还没有爆点。

这部剧其实分两部分，前面八集是一部二流恐怖片，最后一集是一部一流爱情片。

ps：岁月是个神奇的东西，年轻时没什么文化的cool姐园丁，后期优雅知性的中年女子，讲故事用的遣词造句我给满分。

整部剧经过后几集的填坑，故事线路大体是清晰的。经历未婚夫死亡的女主，通过了亨利招聘，来到布莱庄园任职家庭教师，遇到能看见死人的两兄妹，以及管家格罗斯，厨师欧文，和未来的爱人园丁杰米。在这里，兄妹两人知道湖中无脸女鬼的存在，想暗中保护新来的女主，因为上一任家庭教师丽贝卡的男朋友，也是亨利的司机皮特，被这个女鬼害死了。死后的皮特后面想和丽贝卡继续在一起，然后害得丽贝卡投湖自尽了。由于湖中女鬼怨念太深，以至于被她害死的人都无法逃脱布莱庄园，而且会一直陷入回忆循环中。死后皮特一直找寻办法逃脱这里，最后找到办法就是通过附身兄妹俩，必须要兄妹俩接纳自己进入他们的身体（这里前面剧情有说为什么要得到本人的许可）。但丽贝卡不愿意牺牲掉小女孩弗洛拉以及发现真相的女主，就放了女主。女主在出去寻找已经被附身的小男孩，刚好遇到湖中女鬼，即将被女鬼杀死之际，小女孩用她救了女主。女鬼抱着小女孩即将沉入湖底之际，女主愿意用自己的身体接纳女鬼，救下了小女孩以及解除了布莱的封印。在和爱人园丁杰米生活几年后，女主还是被召唤，自行投入湖底，不同的是，她没有害其他人。

刚开始看的我觉得女主不一般，两个小家伙也很独特。而且为了使房子显得不那么“空旷”，还加入了管家、厨师、园丁三个角色来丰富剧情。不过感觉都藏有一些不为人知的秘密，就好像烧脑的解密游戏，透露出种种悬疑的成分。 后来疑惑逐渐增多，已经不在意是否真的有那种玩意，而是想要了解生活在这个庄园的所有人的过往。为什么男孩子有点深藏不露？女孩子要对着墙纸私语？换句话说，比鬼更恐怖的还是人心。 女主有严重的妄想症，这点从戴眼镜的黑色身影上就能看出，因为对男友的离世愧疚而心生执念。真正的鬼是谁，在哪里，两个孩子都知道，为了不让女主受到惊吓，小家伙们善意的隐瞒着。 五集开挂模式启动，管家病态穿梭回忆，解释了裂痕的存在，庄园里好多人都已死去，无比夸张的震颤。 世界上最远的距离是你在我身边却无法触碰。那些未解开的谜团、仍残存的遗憾、绝望下的不甘终将交织在一起，随记忆涌现或沉没，最终被庄园包裹。 有些变化，等到发现的时候已经变得根深蒂固，而无面女的最大神秘、灰色历史下的记忆，烧灼着荒诞的内心，也警醒着作恶的人，永远不要擅自挖寻。 看着执念下的怨恨如诅咒般蔓延在这个不幸的家庭，一轮又一轮，循环往复，瞬间觉得鬼是如此的凄惨。 现在，恐惧早已甩之脑后，那个满是爱情般浪漫的女人，说着我会永远会等你……