The evidence, that characteristic pointed at Hawks is also the greatest virtue of Sang-soo films, an elimination of formal textuality in favor of an immersion in fiction and how its told and, simultaneously, played on behalf of a narrator fun. Double games (2 + 2 + 2), repetitions and its explicit / implicit inversions, a play about the noble art of deceiving or life as it lets be amusingly filmed.
the overall construction of this film felt very forced, like hong sang-soo trying to emulate hong sang-soo the auteur with well established trademarks. it almost felt like a vague remake of nobody's daughter haewon for obvious plot-related reasons, but also the fact that sunhi resembles haewon in her wardrobe and in characterization. overall, very weak, endearing, but not anything particularly thought provoking.
Loved The Day He Arrives, liked In Another Country, but I was bored to death with Our Sunhi. It's simplistic even by his standards. His usual rhythms and mirroring are on display here but to mild effect: 80 minutes of buildup to a simple, obvious gag. It would work much better as a short. Our Sunhi is also among his ugliest-looking movies with unabashedly crappy DV cinematography. Also, bad drunk acting.
Repetición. Parejas y el pasado. Desencuentros/encuentros. Consejos repetidos, discursos reescritos. El otro y yo (Sunhi y los demás). Hong reescribe perpetuamente su película, la identidad de Sunhi, sin llegar a ningún lugar. No es una película "fija" o unitaria, sino variable, que deviene. Tal como Sunhi: apareciendo y desapareciendo.