The day after her husband’s cremation, Attiya went back to work. Wan pow – the coffin carried three times around the stupa, paper wraps of satang coins thrown to the crowd for children to catch, coconut water poured over the body, the steel maw of the incinerator sliding closed – came at the end of
If Ghost House had been released ten years ago, perhaps it wouldn’t feel as derivative and unoriginal as it seems now, with familiar themes of supernatural possession, tried and tested horror clichés coming out of the whazoo and jump scares that you can sniff a mile off. There is a sense that director Rich Ragsdale
The night before I left for Southeast Asia, my friend Annie commented that this trip would be a life-changing experience. At the time, I almost didn’t believe her. Sure, I thought it would be an adventure, but in the most naïve sense. I was excited to explore a foreign country and meet the challenge of
