His nights are longer than his days.
The doctor calculated: this Busan policeman wakes up forty-seven times an hour.
Might as well stay up.
Hae-joon takes the opportunity to multiply the hideouts in the dark.
He has his work cut out for him.
His latest case is, shall we say, bizarre.
The corpse of a mountaineer is found at the foot of a rocky peak.
A priori, it is a banal accident.
Not so sure.
Why not a suicide?
The hypothesis is to be considered.
Things get complicated with the wife of the deceased.
No apparent emotion.
The day after the accident, she resumed her work, which consists of massaging lonely old ladies.
A detail disturbs the inspector: she has a scratch on her hand.
There is not just that.
Over the interrogations, the cop falls in love with the suspect.
That's not going to make the investigation any easier.
He likes everything about her.
Ah, the way she has of punctuating her sentences with "finally"!
She is Chinese, speaks approximate Korean, uses her phone as a simultaneous translator.
This adds to the charm of this strange, ambiguous brunette, with a gentle perversity.
The detective is all over it.
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His landmarks are blurred.
His colleagues can't believe it.
Let him not be stubborn, move on to the next murder.
But no.
He sees her everywhere.
It occupies his dreams, invades his thoughts.
It's called passion.
When he makes love to his wife, the widow's face suddenly appears.
Pitfalls and dead ends
We know that Park Chan-wook is a stylist.
The staging, with a sinuous fluidity, adapts to the subject.
The visual finds fill in the blanks, wonderfully translate this gaseous, impalpable state, as if reality were covered with a light, unreal veil.
This delicacy recalls the best pages of Roland Barthes, these
Fragments of a loving discourse
, so subtle, of very fine lace.
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To get an idea of what the screen shows, you have to imagine what a
Basic Instinct would look like
elegant, which indeed requires some effort.
The couple brushes against each other, visits a temple.
The confrontations turn to an astonishing approach strategy.
Why did Seo-rae leave her homeland after her mother passed away?
It does not take long for her to remarry.
We will not tell what happens to the newly elected.
That's all trifles.
The hero pampers his obsession, rolls around in it like a quilt.
Outside, the city vibrates with neon lights.
Thugs steal turtles and speed off on scooters.
Digital is slipping into the smallest moments of everyday life, dials, SMS, recordings.
The director of this urban thriller offers sudden escapes to the sea or the mountains.
The feelings are of a constant photogeny.
The plot meanders, with its pitfalls, its dead ends.
It's a maze of assumptions, an ocean of beauty cradled by
Mahler's 5th Symphony
, in which we get lost with enchantment.
As with Proust, the character dries up for someone who is not his type.
So he continues to watch her at the bottom of his building, desperately looking for her on a beach at low tide.
There are days when we say to ourselves that, yes, cinema is definitely an art.
Hover.
