"A lot of sounds are running through my head, and if i utter those sounds they become words, But at the end of the day words will remain just words. The films, myself, your experiences, your lives... All of these things have nothing to do with words! Power of words? What a Joke!... for me there is no such thing as important words. On the contrary. They are just a hindrance!"
Es interesante cómo el cine de Sang soo realiza similares historias pero bajo distintos procedimientos. Aquí sucede lo mismo, pero además el director parece ponerse a prueba a sí mismo en referencia a que su cine, a pesar que (literalmente) manifiesta mismos dramas (el amor, la infidelidad, el fracaso personal), ciertos detalles lo renuevan, descubriendo personajes complejos, impredecibles, volubles, muy humanos.
As much as he plays with the possibility of character, incident and situation, HSS also experiments for tone within form. The way that second meeting feels flat despite the same essence of prior is fascinating critique within film. Delights for the way it expands within its self-defined parameters, also just a charming tribute to drinking, flirting and looking like an ass (in style).
Bless Hong Sang-soo and his subtle mindbenders. Not much happens in his films beyond talking, drinking, and smoking, but by the end you want to diagram them out. The dual structure of this one offers two subjective halves that, when taken together, create a more objective reality. (Not for nothing does it open on a shot of a yin yang). A film about men & women, artist & audience. A combination of Lynch and Rohmer.