Watched Indonesia's 2023 Indigo (1:57:49), about two sisters, Zora and Ninda, born with psychic abilities and haunted by the same ghost, that of a pregnant woman. With the help of Zora's boyfriend and an elder psychic, they discover how it came about that the ghost has become attached to them.
The movie progresses with the uncreative presentation of ghosts via the three Ss (shadows, silhouettes, and sheets), white face make-up, and black eye shadow, but the special effects step up during the last 30 minutes of the movie. The story is as smooth and as convincing as a Thai horror movie, a genre that Thailand has consistently excelled in. If there is anything unbelievable, it is that the cast is comprised of incredibly good-looking performers--perhaps too good-looking.
Like all Asian movies that take liberties at deconstructing the meanings of terms, however, in this case "indigo," this one is no exception. My understanding of indigo children is that they were born in the 1950s, after World War II, and that they were born to make significant changes in the world. In the decades that followed, other children were born: violet children (highly spiritual) in the 60s, white children (psychics) in the 70s, red children (survivors) in the 80s, orange children (artists and innovators) in the 90s, and so on. Such movies also distorted the meanings of "kuman thong," "Ouija," "666,"and the like. I never imagined until now that one would eventually deconstruct the meaning of "indigo."
The movie nonetheless has a satisfying conclusion.
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