![]() But yes, I love it for the fact that during it, I was in a small village in South Korea in a terrible era of sirens blaring, military dictatorship, and the hopeless pursuit of a serial killer. It is difficult to say, "I love this movie", just as it is hard to say, I love Silence of the Lambs, because love is a peculiar word to use for such fare. The way this movie draws you into it, so that you are walking through dangerous rain, with a warning shout in your throat, points to the brilliance of the director and the players. ![]() When one relates to the inroads made on the health mental and physical of the detectives, who are ultimately portrayed as tireless and completely dedicated to the case, you realize that you've watched something that is historic. The actors have become the people in my mind, and the horrible sense of defeat that becomes palpable eventually, is heartbreaking. It's been so long since these crimes took place, and I don't know absolutely that they remain unsolved, but I think it's the case, and I think about that, and how frustrating it still must be to those who worked on the case. In Memories of Murder, I saw this human factor almost too painfully. ![]() They seem to be people first, actors by choice, and stars, by the public making them so. I finally came to the conclusion that it has to do with the accessibility of the players. As a new viewer of Asian movies, I try to analyze the reason I tend not to be interested in western works any longer. Everything taking place on screen was riveting, from the simple act of walking down a dark lonely road in the rain, to a wild chase by three desperate detectives. Each positive comment that precedes this is accurate. Since a synopsis would be redundant here, I'll confine myself to praise alone.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |