Film

Ghost in the Shell

Name: Ghost in the Shell
Genre: Action, Animation, Science Fiction
Released: 1995
Cast: Atsuko Tanaka, Akio Otsuka, Iemasa Kayumi, Koichi Yamadera, Yutaka Nakano

Ghost in the Shell is less an action film than a philosophical essay wearing one's clothes—gorgeous, unhurried, punctuated by gunfights and net-diving sequences that still look state-of-the-art. Mamoru Oshii lingers on rain-slicked cityscapes as patiently as on shootouts, more interested in what a self is than in what happens next. It's for viewers who want their science fiction to actually think.

TMDb rating

7.9

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