Hill of Freedom

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+1 extra star for the "dream" pastille: that single light touch manages to wipe off the stupid zoom-ins, the awkwardness bearing the stamp of Swanberg as if he filtered Rohmer through his style and wore the corrupt product w/ anti-elitist pride (Adibas, Nokea, Rowmer, Swineberg), and apparently teases sardonically our all-accepting, hypersensitized, indiscriminating multiculti notions: these guys are wacko but that's

Marianne Kătelyn

Tommy Wiseau should take notes because the Japanese actor's performance stands as the funniest thing I've ever seen in cinema.

BRAND UPON THE BRAIN!

c'mon guys this is like the 6th time he made this movie lol

Brendan

Hong's take on globalization. Though soju is still consumed, it is the wine bottles that stand out in the mise-en-scène. It is the American who communicates most fluidly and aptly with the local people. Culture has become an aesthetic rather than a geography, an aesthetic which people consume and appropriate, in ways that vastly simplify their true nature.

Roberto Carlos

English as a global lingua franca and the awkwardness of its (mis)communication is surprisingly unexplored territory in Hong's oeuvre. I wager we'll see more films in the vein of Hill of Freedom and In Another Country.

DSPRKY

Seemingly light and fluffy, but with a lot going on behind the scenes (the American café owner, the indebted Korean nephew, etc.). The usual Sang-soo tropes are on display, but I'm game as long as he keeps using them to great effect like he does here.

CarlosEsquives

Lo atractivo de Sang-soo es que siempre reinventa sus modos para armar su trama. Están los cambios de tiempo. Su filme luce como una especie de rompecabezas, pero que no necesariamente le otorga una complejidad dramática. Algunas piezas incluso (como su secuencia final) parecen solo completar lo que ya se daba por aludido. "Hill of freedom" es un retrato más sobre el melodrama, la infidelidad, alcohol y comida.

Stephane Tanaka

Hong Sang Soo is the most over rated asian filmmaker in France, perhaps with Kiyoshi K. For once it was not autobiographic, and not utterly cheap and bad, there was a little bit fun, and it was short