A kind of cosmology of the sexes. Women move forward, men move in pathetic wounded circles. Not especially heavenly heavenly bodies. I would like to assert that Hong Sang-soo is as wise an ironist as we have. A fundamental curiosity: let us please note that if his male characters are a reflection of his own inadequacies/shortcomings, he would seem to possess a paradoxical self-knowledge about lack of self-knowledge.
I really liked this movie; if this is WEAK Hong, then boy does he have some good movies. While I don't know if I think it was as good as either Virgin or Woman on the Beach, I still must say that not giving this movie five stars would be an injustice (in my eyes). It was truly a wonderful film that seemed to show man's inability to understand everything surrounding woman. Or something like that. Savvy