Detective park's stare into the past and its lack of resolution is as striking as Bong Joon-ho's craft. His decision to keep most of his shots long, fluid and assembled, allowed his characters to develope a much more organic and natural dinamic. There's a little bit of out-of-place humor though.
Bong has a knack for imbuing inanimate objects with a sense of gravity, of hallowed importance, often used to contrast with the pathetic existence of his humans. The detectives represent both points of view, and carefully edited scenes with shifting tones blend the two to a climax of incompatibility and incomprehension, breaking down their core beliefs to leave behind an empty world that cannot be rationalised.
Bong's powerhouse directing and unique tone really come alive in this film, juxtaposing the absolute emptiness in the doomed search for a killer (and their own identity) with the humor of the quiet moments. In the process, there's a sense we're watching a truly epic journey, both all-consuming and timeless. Truly, a great film.
A fairly run-of-the-mill "cops investigate a serial killer" story but with poorly written characters and a near-total lack of suspense or excitement. Weirdly goofy characters in what's seemingly intended to be a very dark and serious movie, making the movie neither dark nor goofy; it's mostly just dull and bland. And it's about 30 minutes too long. It gets a C-.
"Memories of Murder" is one of the more fascinating murder mystery films I've seen; namely because of how seemingly inept and emotionally-driven the detectives are in a time where forensic investigation isn't fully developed. Yet despite their corrupt natures, they all bring such a magnetism to the story that I found myself wishing on their success; and the way it concludes is just heartbreaking on so many levels.
Coming with high expectations from some scenes shown in Mark Cousins' 'The Story Of Film: An Odyssey', I met exactly what promised by the many that loved this movie before me: it is amazingly directed (the bar scene) and characters are finely constructed. Pathos in the end moves my emotions and touched something common among us all - the desire to have such passion, despite it being maybe destructive.