Loved this film until the bus accident, I couldn't take it seriously after that. A bus knocks somebody down and kills them in the UK for every 27 million miles travelled. How likely is it that somebody as meticulous as John May would be standing there at the time? 66% of people in the UK don't believe in ghosts, so like me they won't buy into the final scene. Take the ghosts away and all you are left with is a cruel irony, a lonely man spends his life trying to get people to care enough to go to the funerals of other socially isolated people who died alone, probably because of his fear of this happening to him, and then nobody goes to his. I watched a beautifully acted, nuanced, poignant film for 1 hour 20 minutes followed by a load of rubbish for the last 10 minutes. Don't think I've ever been so disappointed by the ending of a film.
Review of Still Life
