Its pointlessness and lack of meaningfulness makes Arirang arguably the most significant film in Kim Ki-Duk's career. When seen out of context, Arirang might be seen as a boring or even a despiteful film. However, Kim's prolific history and persona gains an entirely new perspective in this self-shot documentary/fiction, shining a light on what it means to be creative.
kim ki-duk enacts his demons in a wooden outback hut - talks to the walls and films conversations between the warring factions of his ego - but it's ok: HE'S AN ARTIST. HE CAN DO THIS STUFF. if he tried this whilst poor and living on the top floor of a towerblock in south london he'd be put on a locked ward quicker than you can say r.d. laing. hey i bloody loved it!
i agree that Arirang presents a portrait of a (not the) suffering artist, but at the same time--& what make it even more interesting & multilayered--it also parodies the whole idea of the suffering artist & the commemoration of such an artist. it's as playful as it is serious. one of my fave kim ki-duk films, certainly.
amazing candor from kim ki-duk. I couldn't believe how audacious this film was as kim takes the risk of being pitiful to even pathetic and self-indulgent in his mourning. But there is such an constant attempt to be truthful to oneself throughout the film that I can only find this self-portrait of his suffering admirable. If anything this may be one of the most human things I have watched on the screen in a while.
Kim Ki-duk is incredibly creative with his minimal resources living in the mountains as he interviews his shadow and alter ego. The film captures the real suffering of an artist at rock bottom trying to figure out what to do with his life, but the director admits that he can’t tell if his tears and moments of derangement are merely an act to amp up the drama for his film or honest emotions.
Seria um documentário? Uma ficção? (Autopromoção?) Não… ARIRANG é a reflexão de um eremita do monte, cozinhando um poema em forma de filme que nada mais é do que a sua própria história marcada de poesia e violência. Um filme sobre um habitué de Cannes que fala abertamente sobre seu desejo de retornar e que, portanto, é bem-vindo.