鬼庄园

三星半，一部包裹着恐怖外衣的凄美百合爱情剧。

上一季鬼入侵还是去年看的，没看之前就听说口碑不错，看完之后也觉得作为一部恐怖悬疑片来讲，它无疑是成功的。

整部剧在氛围处理上很出色，未解谜题随着剧情发展，一点点渲染开来，带给剧粉一种未知的恐惧，从头到尾心都是悬着的。

而对比之下，第二季在恐怖氛围营造上弱了许多，反而把重点放在了爱情线上，这就像极了一篇偏题作文。

不过主配角人物刻画得还是非常细腻的，每个人物都有自己的故事线，围绕剧情又不至于沦为工具人，让整个故事从多角度来呈现，更产生了真实自然的感觉。

剧的开始，女主总是在镜子里看到未婚夫的鬼魂，可是她不爱未婚夫，对他的死又充满自责，内心因为抗拒和害怕，就把所有发光物体都遮住，不想去面对他。

而剧的结束，她后来交往的同性爱人，在她死后，却一直带着微笑，刻意去看反光的物体，她内心是盼望着的，她希望能看到爱人的身影，哪怕是对方的鬼魂。

这段对比，我觉得是透出了剧的内核：真正的爱情，可以跨越生死和性别，也会给人带来勇气，让人心生美好和光明。

还有女管家和厨师，叔叔和嫂子，男仆和女教师，这真的不是一部爱情伦理大片吗[允悲]？

一部缺少恐怖气息的恐怖悬疑片，反而让剧粉为绝美的爱情动容，很纠结这到底算不算成功？

我是个很宽容的鬼片观众，基本上，只要一部鬼片里头出现了鬼，我就可。

但是这个片子，真的不可。

因为“人”真的太多了。

故事中的每个人都好似背后有着诸多隐情，他们的每个举动都像是另有目的，太多纷繁复杂没头没脑的线索，太多莫名其妙环环相扣的细节，太多模棱两可似有深意的对话，将你的好奇心煽动至最高点。

但它们最终都指向一个无意义的结局，让所有精巧的设计都沦为笑话，让前面认真观看记录细节试图推敲故事真相的你显得无比愚蠢。

并且，因为这种故弄玄虚，人物对话变得异常复杂和意识流，几乎没有什么日常性的话语，每个人说话都要迂回婉转，节律起伏如同朗诵诗句，其中押韵隐喻一个不缺，从还是个孩子的小女孩到灰头土脸的园丁，从黑人女管家到来自新大陆的女教师，每个人都像莎士比亚附身一样，张口就是十四行诗，所有日常生活的话语都以诗性的语言和韵律娓娓道来，尤其是黑人女管家，简直是把优雅刻在了骨子里，一举一动极其神秘和富有魅力。

但是她事实上只是个高级女仆，在整个故事里基本什么作用也不起，甚至最后说她早就死了，我都感觉莫名其妙，硬是看不出她是死是活有什么区别——这甚至没耽误她点蜡烛和擦地！

那之前她那么多的戏份和台词，到底有什么用？

而且这个疑问几乎可以用在每个角色身上，折腾一大圈，你还是几乎搞不清楚所有人都在这个故事里起到了什么作用，那样长篇大论讲述的关于他们的背景故事，和这个鬼庄园有什么关系，那些感情，那些痛苦，对鬼，对庄园，对他们相互之间有什么影响——好像它们根本就互不相干，毫无影响。

然后他们居然还在互相打哑谜，进一步加深观众一头雾水的感觉，你看着他们用复杂的词汇和长句进行难以理解的对话，既不能理解他们对话的意思，也不能明白他们对话的目的，更不知道为什么要拍出这种东西，最大的疑惑是，自己到底为啥要看它？

等看到结局，直接怀疑人生，感觉这里的人随时随地都会发情，根本预料不到他们的感情线，也预料不到故事的发展，一切毫无逻辑，稀里糊涂就结束了。

就好像孔雀开屏，正面看花团锦簇，看到最后就是个屁股。

《鬼庄园》是单独一季的剧集，与其他剧集并无情节关联。

官网截图官网介绍为“哥特式浪漫剧集”，此前的简介是“ 这个哥特式浪漫鬼故事改编自亨利·詹姆斯的作品，出自《鬼入侵》的创剧人之手 ”。

这不是个鬼故事，而是个爱情故事，看完就会明白。

对原著感兴趣的，请看亨利·詹姆斯的《螺丝在拧紧》

《螺丝在拧紧》附上《螺丝在拧紧》的英文有声书《螺丝在拧紧》Henry James - 英文有声书_哔哩哔哩_bilibili一本中篇小说要改编成九集电视剧，内容未免不够丰富，除了书中原有情节，还要添加诸多元素：杰塞尔小姐的名字叫丽贝卡，顿时让人想起黑白老片《蝴蝶梦》，同样也有阴森森的大宅子、严肃的女管家，还有在小说开始即已死去的女主人丽贝卡。

有趣的是，薇奥拉也把自己的大幅油画挂在墙上。

娃娃屋是恐怖片的宠儿，这个定制的昂贵娃娃屋更是暗藏玄机。

恐怖娃娃屋至于剧中的感人爱情，倘若让洞悉女性心理的亨利·詹姆斯看了，不知作何感想。

开头讲故事的女人是谁？

第九集会揭晓谜底湖中无脸女鬼的身世？

直接看第八集简略的时间线（严重剧透）：1680年 薇奥拉去世1686年 珀迪塔去世1984年 弗洛拉五岁 发现夏洛特和亨利的私情1985年 弗洛拉六岁生日 收到娃娃屋 多米尼克和亨利摊牌 此后夏洛特和多米尼克在印度车祸身亡1986年 丽贝卡求职 与昆特相恋昆特卷走25万英镑 丽贝卡投入湖中死去 1987年 伦敦 丹妮求职 此时迈尔斯十岁 弗洛拉八岁 故事开始...2007年 北加利福尼亚 弗洛拉结婚 杰米讲故事每集中隐藏的各种梗：第一集 很棒的好地方 开头诡异的歌声来自1961年改编《无辜的人》(The Innocents)的插曲作为本剧的主题曲，后面还会出现，歌词暗指杰米和丹妮的结局。

We lay my love and I,Beneath the weeping willow.But now alone I lie,And weep beside the treeSinging ‘o Willow Waly’,By the tree that weeps with me.Singing ‘o Willow Waly’,Till my lover returns to me.We lay my love and I,Beneath the weeping willow.But now alone I lie,Oh, Willow I die.Oh, Willow I die.我和我的爱人躺在哭泣的柳树下如今只剩我一人躺在柳树旁哭泣唱着“哦 伤心的柳树”柳树也跟着我流泪唱着“哦 伤心的柳树”直到爱人回到我身旁我和我的爱人躺在哭泣的柳树下如今只剩我一人哦 柳树 我将死去哦 柳树 我将死去

重力井重力井是围绕某个天体的引力场，这条线索将在第八集挑明。

第二集 学童 牧师在课堂上讲解三本福音的不同，内容颇有意味：那里有一大群猪在山上吃食 污鬼就央求耶稣说 求你打发我们往猪群里 附着猪去 耶稣准了他们 污鬼就出来 进入猪里去 于是那群猪闯下山崖 投在湖里淹死了牧师让迈尔斯读的段落

《约翰福音16：22》So you now indeed have sorrow, but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy, no man shall take from you.现在你们也有忧愁 但我要再见你们 你们的心就会喜乐 你们的喜乐是没有人能够夺去的第三集 两张面孔（上）

肯辛顿的定制服装店和豪车车标，表明了主人的身份。

而彼得·昆特出场的插曲是 Tainted Love, Soft Cell 乐队80年代的版本，歌词如下Sometimes I feel I've got toRun away I've got toGet awayFrom the pain you drive in the heart of meThe love we shareSeems to go nowhereAnd I've lost my lightFor I toss and turn I can't sleep at nightOnce I ran to you (I ran)Now I run from youThis tainted love you've givenI'll give you all a boy could give youTake my tears and that's not nearly allTainted love, ohTainted loveNow I know I've got toRun away I've got toGet awayYou don't really want any more from meTo make things rightNeed someone to hold you tightAnd you'll think love is to prayBut I'm sorry I don't pray that way歌词恰好印证了昆特与丽贝卡的故事第四集 来时路开头的插曲是 Steve Winwood版本的Higher Love，发行于1986年（一年后，丹妮来到伦敦应聘）Think about it, there must be higher loveDown in the heart or hidden in the stars aboveWithout it, life is wasted timeLook inside your heart, I'll look inside mineThings look so bad everywhereIn this whole world, what is fair?We walk blind and we try to seeFalling behind in what could beBring me a higher loveBring me a higher love (oh oh)Bring me a higher loveWhere's that higher love I keep thinking of?Worlds are turning and we're just hanging onFacing our fear and standing out there aloneA yearning, and it's real to meThere must be someone who's feeling for me（一定有人对我有感觉）歌词映射出丹妮对higher love的渴望，也为后面两人分手做了铺垫第五集 死者的祭坛 汉娜在面试欧文时提到了《楼上楼下》（1971年BBC版）

两处引用莎士比亚的名句： 《罗密欧与朱丽叶》The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness. And in its taste confounds the appetite.最甜的蜂蜜 尝起来也最腻人 反而败坏了食欲（此处指昆特与丽贝卡的爱情）《哈姆雷特》To sleep, to sleep perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil.睡着了 睡着了也许还会做梦 阻碍就在这儿 因为在那死亡的睡眠里 当我们摆脱了腐朽的皮囊 将要做些什么梦（这一集的戏眼）第八集 旧衣的浪漫 这一集的内容来自亨利·詹姆斯的短篇小说《旧衣罗曼史》The Romance of Certain Old Clothes，讲述威洛比家族的轶事，虽然情节有所改动，内核还是个诡异的哥特式鬼故事。

《旧衣罗曼史》Henry James 英文有声书_哔哩哔哩_bilibili

牧师让薇奥拉念祈祷文，薇奥拉不肯念的那段：《新约：约翰福音》I go, and prepare a place for you. And I will come again, and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may also be我如果去为你们预备了地方 就会再来 接你们到我那里去 好使我在哪里 你们也在哪里 还有一段拉丁语的祈祷文，貌似没有配字幕In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, amen. Prínceps glorisistima cæléstis milítiæ, Sáncte Míchael Archángele, defénde...以圣父、圣子和圣灵之名，阿门，天军之君大天使米迦勒保护我们...第九集 丛林猛兽

在《白色圣诞节》中，主人公踏上了前往佛蒙特州的旅途，而丹妮和杰米也选择在那里生活

佛蒙特州丹妮和杰米看的电影是奥黛丽·赫本1954年主演的《龙凤配》

《龙凤配》欧文开的餐馆叫做“A BATTER PLACE”(面糊美地），这是他从前对汉娜说过的话

A BATTER PLACE结尾插曲是Sheryl Crow的I Shall Believe，歌词如下：Come to me nowAnd lay your hands over meEven if it's a lieSay it will be alrightAnd I shall believeI'm broken in twoAnd I know you're on to meThat I only come homeWhen I'm so all aloneBut I do believeThat not everything is gonna be the wayYou think it ought to beIt seems like every time I try to make it rightIt all comes down on mePlease say honestly you won't give up on meAnd I shall believeAnd I shall believeOpen the doorAnd show me your face tonightI know it's trueNo one heals me like youAnd you hold the keyNever againWould I turn away from youI'm so heavy tonightBut your love…

歌词真是应时应景，与画面搭配得perfectly splendid!——————————————

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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.SleepingWalking WalkingAnd 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.

She would sleep.She would wake.She would walk.And time went by, how much time, it was impossible to reason.Sleeping.Waking.Walking.Sleeping.Waking.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 reward. 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 the two of them. The two of them, and also, Viola.At last, at least, she’d be with them both. Her husband, her daughter. No matter if they 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 he felt confident all the same. Whatever curse had claimed his second wife, he would not risk his daughter to its icy fingers. His daughter, nor anyone else.This 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 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 was 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?”“What are you doing in here? It isn’t safe. You mustn’t be in this wing without protection...”“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, the 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 she would fade. And fade, and fade. And the 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 woman 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.“Stop! Stop!”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.And no hope, it would seem, for the young au pair, who, having run afoul of so many of the dead, those unfortunate tenants of the gravity well, and who had finally stepped into the path of her own fate.

有人说“弹幕都在说难看”，“别看，快逃”…我并不这样觉得。

有人说不恐怖。

湖中女鬼我觉得造型还是有点吓人的。

特别是第8集，妹妹去阁楼悄悄咪咪开箱子那场，试问以后半夜起床大家还敢把衣服举起看吗？

有人说剧情过分割裂，影响观感。

同样我不认同。

做为单元剧，也许是因为前后不同导演的执导不同的集数，部分伏笔确实没有深挖，没有一气呵成的酣畅淋漓。

但我认为这只是影响剧情高潮的体验。

相反，从听一个故事的角度，在网飞上一口气看完九集，不香吗？

而且，这部剧的台词写得像散文一样，当有声书听我都觉得好美…我随手一停，这句Where would we be, we wretched people, without generosity of our betters and luck... (虽然我看不懂，但读起来就是很舒服^^或者，She would walk,she would sleep,she would wake,she would walk,...这样循环起来是不是用would +动词原形表示过去经常做的动作也能理解了…（抱歉这里英语语法乱入了）

如同最后一季所说, 在故事的一开始就错了...整个故事最精彩的部分基本都在最后一集...感觉编剧是想一集一集刻画每个不同的角色, 奈何有点太过贪心反而模糊了想表达的东西...让我觉得有点抓不到重点...讲真如果真的是听故事的人, 大概中间就会睡着几次...以下可能剧透..而角色塑造方面...人设感觉都没有立稳, 或者说有人设, 但波澜不惊...dani一直都是体贴温柔的小可爱, peter一直都是阴险狡诈, jamie一直都是独立自主, Miles跟Flora不提, Hanna大概是唯一一个最后稍微有点反转的角色? 所以就算是花了交大篇幅企图建立的人设...也让我感觉有点...平平无奇...然后是最后一集...评分里面的3分的2.5分都给在了最后一集, 作为爱情故事来说, 有80分, 塑造了比较正面的感情观 (当然于我也有姬佬加分项)...作为恐怖故事来说...既没有抽丝剥茧的过程感, 也没有当头棒喝的惊讶感, 就连恐怖元素也很...普通(不是太懂, 仅个人感觉). 但总归最后一集还是把这个故事完成了, 或牵强或煽情, 但这大概是我对这整个故事最深的记忆点了...Btw.Jamie跟deni这对...虽然颜值都很高...但不太在我的cp点😬大概还是比较喜欢看老阿姨吧

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我终于看完鬼入侵可以比对这两部的优缺点了！

鬼庄园的缺点是，前四集有点太冗长看得人很疲惫，虽然有些许疑点抛出，但两小孩包括叔叔还有管家的怪异，并不能激起我很大的兴趣。

尤其小男孩的行为举止还十分不讨喜，和鬼入侵中几个可爱孩子的形象没法比。

还好从第五集开始，管家被困于“美梦”中开始，剧情才变得精彩起来。

于我个人而言，鬼庄园比起鬼入侵最大的优点就是女性主义的进步，鬼庄园几乎每一个出现的女性角色都展现出勇敢，乐于助人的品质，表达出了女性互助。

鬼入侵的缺点也在于此，分明父亲全程缺席孩子们的成长，最终还是在鼓吹父爱亲情。

鬼庄园就没有这样，哪怕最后叔叔冲过去拯救小女孩，亮点高光时刻也是家庭教师的。

更别说家庭教师和花匠之间的女女恋情对比另一对异性恋恋情，更鲜明地展现了女性之间细腻情感与相互帮助。

讲讲庄园女性群像：小女孩一直都很贴心懂事，也从一开始就提醒女主要小心注意夜晚不要出门，甚至最后舍身救下女主；管家把庄园当做自己的责任自己的家，和女主人保持了良好互助的关系，意识到自己已死亡后还是鼓起勇气帮助家庭教师，中间也一度提醒上一任家教离渣男远一些，自己先前也是有相同经验，所以更能理解；前任家庭教师是为了自己的前程选择这份工作，有野心的女性形象，很可惜被渣男害死，但也一直小心翼翼保护小女孩，并且帮助女主逃脱，最感人的，明明自己痛苦地淹死，最后看着小女孩可能也会被淹死的时候，毅然决然想要交换替女孩再经历一次痛苦；花匠，女主的恋人，哇两人的情感其实有很多可讲的，一直对家庭教师展现出温柔包容的样子，与女主之前的恋人不同，与渣男不同，简直是完美情人，哪怕在女主离开之后想要寻死，但还是好好坚持活下来记住女主；我们的女主，心地善良，拯救全庄园MVP；甚至一切不幸的源泉，女鬼前生，称呼为那对姐妹吧，在那个年代，那个女人被压迫是男人的附庸的年代也是属于觉醒女性，其实后来的不幸说到底也是因为男权社会让她们不得不找一个男人，而后因那个男人决裂，很悲伤，但这个故事背景其实也是展现女性觉醒的一部分。

我很喜欢庄园中出现的各种女性角色，都很让人舒适且被鼓舞。

又看了一次cut，又哭惨了，be美学的天花板。

有些情节狠狠地代入了，明知道结局的爱情，却还是很勇敢的说一天一天来，剩下的日子，我只想跟你过。

她会把浴缸放满水，水池放满水，凝视着自己的倒影，她希望可以从她的倒影中再次看见她的湖底女士，她会把门留一条缝，她面对门蜷缩着入睡，她在等她的湖底女士回来，十年如一日她从未放弃过，她告诉世人爱不会被时间和死亡冲刷。

她是全世界最善良的湖底女士，她害怕伤害自己的爱人选择沉睡湖底，她每天都来到熟睡的爱人身旁，却未曾现身，她不想给她无谓的希望，她默默的守护她，从此湖底女士的执念不再是漫步在布莱，而是每天回到她的爱人身旁，即使她的记忆她的面庞会被湖水冲刷，她依然记得她们的家，依然记得她的爱人，虽然她不曾见过她，但是她们的爱从未消失。

Jamie说，每天都会很煎熬而且不会变轻松，经过一段时间以后，你会发现一些生活中琐碎的时刻、片段，让你想起她，你会哭几个小时，但这些仍然是她留给你的。

是啊，从此没有了她连她留下的回忆，连回忆她的时候的伤心哭泣都是珍贵的，因为是她留下的，她们将爱演绎的淋漓尽致，没有世俗没有纷争，有的只是两个深爱的人努力一起走下去，连死亡都没有将他们分开，这就是一生所爱的人吧，希望我们每个人都能遇见自己的一生所爱。

有些剧第一季和第二季往往不能一概而论，我在极度憧憬的情况下直接通宵干掉了这一季的九集，却发现观感并没有前年来得好，它成为了一部在半夜偷偷被窝里看也一点也不吓人的剧。

第一季的经典毋庸置疑，歪脖吊死女与其结局的感人反转慑人心魄，红门小屋的神秘诡谲令人惊叹。

又吓人又感动又带点神秘主义的鬼屋群像在跨时间叙事里搭配的很好很清晰，相应的，亲情主题也更容易收束到一起在终结处形成合力。

但第二季导演飘了，用爱情来定基调，还是在短短九集里给五六对爱情埋伏笔藏结尾的反转感动，这一处努力确实实现的很好，尤其是女管家和厨师的细水长流，神似根妹的园丁和女主的缠绵，真的处理的非常好。

也恰恰是如此，受限于感情的重点，惊悚的卖点变得不哈人了。

相比第一季一整屋的怪咖游魂与其中善恶相间的博弈，第二季鬼屋鬼魂简直少的可怜。

你乍看小女孩拼装屋里林林总总的人偶满地跑以为映射一屏幕你看不到它它能看到你的存在，事实却是除了新死的善良女教师和骗财骗色的渣男，其余几个鬼魂都是忘掉记忆没有面孔没有行动力站在原地的木头桩子。

唯一的boss还是躺尸湖底每周有迹可循有规律来串门巡逻的机械女僵尸。

第二季花了五六集时间来铺垫恐怖气氛和情感基调，这种努力当你看到最后一集后就会让你浑身不是滋味。

导演编剧必须给两个小演员磕个头吧，如果不是他俩天秀的神经质表演让我以为满屋子恶鬼吓得瑟瑟发抖，就凭最后渣男鬼魂可笑的李代桃僵之计，一点也不吸引人。

不知道导演是不是看了好几遍《coco》，又添了点想给亡者悲剧感的野心，让被遗忘的亡者成为孤独游荡最后垒堆地下室的无面人。

最后三集这种意图扑面而来，强扭着要把观众前几集受惊吓的心变成同情心，此种唐突之处委实难以接受。

正是最后三集，让鬼庄园的门牌转变为可怜人永恒的墓场，从而丢失第一季精妙诡异的关于永恒死灵空间的神秘主义渲染，着重去突出了形式没有讲好的伤感悲剧。

一切仓促之下的收尾，就是处处不协调不哈人的别扭。

讲一个笑话，女主在最后一晚才接受鬼魂存在，这个时间点到她强行与boss 一换一救小女孩才不过半个多小时，可见结尾有多么赶。

美恐第九季也是地缚灵主题，只不过一个英国古堡一个美国湖边野营摊子，这成本就不是一回事，更何况前者二鬼一尸共享千亩庄园，后者一丢丢地皮里挤了数十个披头士，当然不能一概而论。

相比之下，鬼庄园更显细腻也更有钱。

大家讲了个形式差不多的故事罢了。

用拉拉的温暖守候取代百年母爱的机械杀戮，这是本剧最后人鬼交替转换的情感节点，虽然没有第一季来的感动好哭，但导演处理的也足够出彩让人喜欢。

我给四星的最大原因就是园丁，她太像根妹了，味道眼神简直如同孪生，仿佛从未竟的疑犯追踪里穿越过来完成她的爱情，为此执念我感谢制作团队的选角，太牛逼了。

可惜第一季女主在这里只当了首尾的讲述人，我私认为她的眼神是当代女星里演恐怖片效果最好的，直楞狡黠，眼珠圆睁不做作，天然自带诡异凄美。

期待第三季，导演会大进步!万人血书留下园丁演员!