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.