鬼入侵第一季

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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.

20201010评：两天刷完了。感觉很复杂。这一季严格来说并没有太多惊悚部分，前面近五集都在铺垫人物的背景，七八两集又来了个大的背景介绍。如果说像第一季那样害怕与治愈并存的享受，确实没有。但是呢导演的功力仍旧在，很治愈了。尤其是第一集很多现实片段人物的光和滤镜令我反而觉得不真实，对比出另一个空间更像现实，这就让我很佩服了。再就是一如即往的复杂切换的插叙手法，这季(不知道是不是因为在英国背景)插叙插叙部分人物对话有很多类似舞台剧的风味，我觉得用的很妙效果极佳。因为没被吓到和一些小瑕疵(剧本和替身都有敷衍嫌疑)加上上季滤镜这季我打四星加，上一季的双胞胎的演技这一季明确展现了他们真的还有待提高，个人觉得表现最好的是厨师和女管家，其次是园丁，小朋友不失不过，大boss美得我眼冒红心。最后，无比期待下一副本！

20210921补评：今儿才发现原来导演并非鬼入侵导演，那么就可以理解了。还是希望第三季如果有的话麦克导演能回来。

前面的剧情都不太记得了，就记得小女孩的甜美嗓音和perfectly splendid，以及女主的刚和善良。

后面几集就开始交代剧情，一集一个人（鬼）的故事。到第8集的时候画风全变，感觉水准飙升，时时被拉住注意力，而且旁白真的太美好了，一言一语地诉说着庄园的故事，有爱有恨精彩绝伦，姐姐的占有欲和掌控欲不仅会使自己在乎的人覆灭更会反作用自己。感觉妹妹打开箱子挺现实的，姐姐欲望也太庞大，不仅什么都要圈在自己的地盘里，还都得如她所愿，甚至能掐s妹妹真的绝了。（妹妹的鬼魂也是一次都没有出现在庄园里过）姐姐简直就是我得不到的就要全部毁灭的典型。

最后一集，真的再次拔高全剧水准。甚至安利的时候可以说只用看第一集和最后两集就够了，前面除了女主戏份也就小Isabel值得看，小演员的台词和演技都太绝了，到位不含糊，精准又有美感加成。

女主被拖上楼的时候我就想笑了，这生命力哈哈哈跟peter完全不一样，包括isabel的亲爹，掐3秒就没了。令人感动的善良还有isabel救了女主，女主清醒过后爬去救isabel，太饱满的善良了。女主说its you的时候，我觉得很正常呀，很多事情就是毫无逻辑的，突然一股情绪就是要脱口而出，被附身了。包括姐姐的重力使所有人事物都脱离不了庄园是一模一样的科学理论。

话说it‘s a love story，园丁无论什么时候都会支持女主守护女主，而且真的太会说话了，都能巧妙又不失幽默地点到关键部分，给女主坚定的力量。在女主迷失自己的时候，园丁毫不犹豫地说你去哪儿我都陪你，即使那个地方是万丈深渊，她都如此坚定。呜呜呜，最后一起成功去了美国。

“过一天是一天”，几天过去了，几个月过去了，几年过去了。魔鬼终于敲响铃铛，女主一方面是害怕自己灵魂被湮没，另一方面是害怕自己对园丁的生命有威胁，于是远走。我相信在手放到园丁熟睡脖子清醒的那一刻，女主肯定也是动用了很强大的意志吧。

园丁义无反顾地冲去庄园，看着她勇敢的背影，真的好好哭。坚定地走入水里，用力潜入水里的身影，看见女主的那一刻呜呜呜，女主不会带走她，永远都不会。

园丁回到家，努力试图在浴缸里放水看见女主，试图在各种水的倒影中找到女主，甚至给门留了条缝，这几个微小的习惯，带有寓意和愿望的动作，一做就是几十年，半辈子。她在等她，她却一直在身边守护她，没有走。这就是爱情永恒的样子吧，真是太好哭了，呜呜呜it‘s a perfectly splendid love story。

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。

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。