Joint Security Area

I’ll be honest, I’m not a movie review writer. And try as I might, I never will be. I simply don’t have a journalist’s grasp of the English language; the kind that is required when trying to recreate the type of reaction you got from one and a half or so hours of film you just experienced.

That said, I really thought Joint Security Area was…good. HA. Released back in 2000, it was apparently Park Chan Wook’s (oldboy) first commercial hit. About a tragic and impossible friendship between a North Korean soldier, and South Korean soldier, it’s success is no doubt due to the way it tries to humanize the people caught in the ongoing conflict within the asian peninsula… I’m not even sure what the sentence means… I was trying to be a journalist again.

It was tragic. And it had some very beauitful scenes. And it shows, despite differences, even those as strong as those between a North Korean, and South Korean, both of whom are soldiers, enemies, no less, it shows how any two people can really connect.

Well put together, the only downfall of this movie was the fucking horrible acting by the non-Korean actors. Just, downright horrible. And it was also really hard to believe the leading lady grew up outside of Korea, and that this was her first time in Korea, yet, had a Korean accent in her English.

The most beautiful scene is about halfway through the movie when two lines of soldiers appear on either side of the screen, from either side of the border, they stand, rifles in hand, knee deep in snow. Both head officers hesitantly move to the centre of the screen, and trade cigarettes. The North Korean stumbles with his match, and the South Korean soldeirs lights his cigarette for him with his Zippo lighter. They don’t even share a word. Just glances. They back away, and every one heads home.

I plan to try to explore Korean movies beyond Park’s. I watched something called ‘Typhoon’ in theatres last week, but without subtitles, it was a real struggle. I think I’ll see King Kong this week.

December 27th, 2005 | Movies | No comments

Red Face Gene

I never got that gene. Or so I thought. My brother got it. After a few drinks he’ll get a little red in the face. My Dad gets it too. Off just a beer and a half too. But never did my face really get red when I had drinks. Until last night.

Apparently Korean alcohol makes my face really, really red, like I’ve just been caught with my hand in my pants while watching a documentary about the not-so-well-known aggresive nature of the water dwelling hippopotamus.

This weekend I decided to stay in Gumi and head over to Daegu with Lina. It was generally too busy, being Christmas Eve and all. Didn’t get to do as much wandering as I like. It being Lina’s hometown, she’s not really into wandering the places she lives.

After dinner at Lina’s Aunt’s restaurant, we headed back to Gumi, where we met up with Jingi and two of his buddy’s for some traditional Korean drinking, and Karaoke.

Yes, the store is called Athletes foot.

This alcoholic beverage does wonders; read the label.

December 26th, 2005 | Life, Life in Korea, Photos, Photos from Korea | 3 comments