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Saturday, September 5, 2026

Introduction (Inteurodeoksyeon)


 

















Writer/director Hong Sang-soo

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INTRODUCTION (Inteurodeoksyeon)                     B                                                          South Korea  (66 mi)  2021  d: Hong Sang-soo

Just barely over one hour, winner of the Silver Bear for Best Screenplay when it was shown at the Berlin Film Festival in 2021, this film was shot just before the Covid pandemic, but shows no signs of masks or social distancing, but it does show an empty restaurant, with one reference wondering when the customers would be coming back, and another indicating people are too scared to go out, however it was shot with a streamed-down film crew of just a few people, with Hong assuming the duties of writer/director/producer/editor/cinematographer/ and composer of the music, which are just brief guitar interludes at the end of each sequence, resulting in the shortest end credit sequence you are ever likely to see, as there is one page of what looks like hand-written Korean lettering, and that’s it, lasting about ten seconds.  Hong serves as his own cinematographer for the first time, which he repeats again later this same year with In Front of Your Face (Dangsin-eolgul-apeseo) (2021), which begins a pattern of two films per year for the next four years in a row.  Shot in black and white, a simple tale of young people on the edge of adulthood, told in three chapter headings, though only the first two are numerically marked, with hugs playing a significant role in each segment, where dramatic life changes occur between episodes, revealing various encounters with parents, friends, and parents’ friends.  Hong introduces us to an aimless young man, Young-ho (Shin Seok-ho), an actor who appeared briefly in The Woman Who Ran (Domangchin yeoja) (2020), which won Hong the Best Directing prize at Berlin, but here he is at the center of each episode, the youngest protagonist in a Hong film for more than a decade, as the story revolves around three different meetings with loved ones.  In the first, while asking his girlfriend Ju-won (Park Mi-so) to wait in a building across the street, he meets his father (Kim Young-ho), an herbalist/acupuncture doctor seen praying at the outset, apparently undergoing some personal crisis, though we never learn what prompted the divine outburst, but the meeting keeps getting delayed due to a surprise visit from a famous actor friend (Gi Ju-bong).  In the second he travels to Berlin to meet his fashion-student girlfriend Ju-won on a whim, and in the third he meets his mother (Cho Yun-hee) and that same acting friend while drinking soju in a café, accompanied by his own friend Shin Jeong-soo (Ha Seong-guk).  In each he anticipates an important conversation, but what’s interesting is how Young-ho continually gets sidelined in the story, overshadowed by the other characters.  Often compared to the dialogue-heavy films of Éric Rohmer, also paring his crew down to just three people when making Le Rayon Vert (Summer) (1986), Hong’s conversations are not nearly so intellectual, as Rohmer’s films are a reflection of the societal transformations of Europe in the 60’s or 70’s, while Hong draws from the contemporary mores of South Korea that continue to prevail.    

This is an artfully realized minimalist film shot on an extremely low budget, with tight schedules, using a system with the actors working from script pages that Hong writes earlier that same morning, allowing them the freedom to improvise, known for his signature long takes that appear simple, deep, and personal, where silences say more than words, yet the beauty of Hong’s films is that things are never as simple as they appear.  Compared to other films being released today, this is self-reflective cinema from one of the most original voices on the world stage, quiet and poetic, where just the changing tone of the voice, or a brief cigarette break, dramatically alters the emotional impact of the film.  As Young-ho sits in the waiting room, the nurse (Ye Ji-won) immediately recognizes him with a big hug, where apparently he had a crush on her when he was little, offering him an herb tonic as he flips through books and magazines.  The doctor receives a surprise visit from an old friend, a renowned theater actor (Gi Ju-bong), placing acupuncture needles on his back, but then leaves him alone, as the doctor wanders upstairs to take a nap, forgetting that the needles are still stuck in the man’s back.  Though his father apparently summoned him there, Young-ho is totally ignored, and ends up falling asleep in the waiting room, with a short interlude smoking a cigarette outside on the balcony as the snow begins to fall.  Not really about anything, this section alerts us to just how often our own expectations are never realized, perhaps due to some unknown circumstance that we know nothing about.  Each of the three sections unfolds exactly the same way, as a planned encounter is interrupted unexpectedly, or at least influenced by an impromptu circumstance.  The next section moves to Berlin, as Ju-won is moving there to study fashion design, accompanied by her mother (Seo Young-hwa), who introduces her to an artist friend living there who will allow her to stay temporarily, a bespectacled painter, Kim Min-hee, who questions the seriousness of her artistic motives.  Both Seo and Kim are Hong regulars, familiar sights in front of the camera, but it’s not really about them, as the focus is more on the younger generation and the ambivalence about their future, even remarking upon the formal speech that they typically ignore, but the incessant smoking is a habit passed down through generations.  When Young-ho arrives unexpectedly in Berlin, with plans to stay in Germany to study with her, it’s an uncomfortable reality jolt that feels more like stalking, like he’s too insecure to live without her, or allow her the freedom to be on her own, as they head over to Potsdamer Platz, standing next to the Landwehr Canal.  Making things even more uncomfortable, they don’t have any money, so when the conversation shifts to Young-ho’s wealthy father as a means of support, it adds an inter-generational level of discomfort in this clash of generations. 

Two years later, back in Korea, the shift is to a seaside town, where the water has a calming and cleansing effect, like a healing quality, as Young-ho and his cigarette-bumming best friend Shin simply breathe in the ocean air.  They are there to have lunch with Young-ho’s mother and her acting friend (Gi Ju-bong), who appeared in the first segment.  The older actor makes them promise not to get drunk, actually insisting upon it, but then pours them drink after drink, as things quickly escalate, with the young men turning away from the actor as they drink their soju, which is meant to communicate deference in the presence of elders, a practice not seen before in a Hong film.  Unbeknownst to us, Young-ho was inspired by the actor, apparently meeting up with him after such a long wait in his father’s office years ago, and has taken up the acting profession.  His mother invited them together to have her friend evaluate and help assess her son’s future in the business.  But Young-ho is having his own reservations, struggling with second thoughts about continuing, mentioning he struggles with kissing scenes, as they’re not authentic, also claiming his girlfriend is not comfortable with him in those situations, believing it is morally wrong.  Out of nowhere, the impassioned old actor starts berating the younger son, finding his position intolerable in the acting profession, as love is simply love, however it is conveyed, where it’s useless to discuss the morality of the act.  This drinking sequence brings the subject of morality front and center in a way none of Hong’s other films have, openly discussing just what it means, and whether it should matter to anyone else when discussing love, which is the filmmaker’s answer to all the lingering questions about his real-life relationship with the much younger actress Kim Min-hee, leaving his wife in the process, subjecting the couple to tabloid overkill, as it’s become a highly publicized national scandal.  The two young friends stagger outside afterwards, breathing in the sea air, as Young-ho has an apparition, indistinguishable from reality, something rare in Hong’s works that we only realize afterwards, bearing insight into the struggling relationship with Ju-won, but it’s a transition to Young-ho jumping into the sea, which is frigid cold, as people outside are wearing winter coats, with his friend helping him dry off afterwards, even offering a big hug for warmth.  Told in a rhythmic style, featuring young adult protagonists for a change, separate and apart from “the older generation,” struggling to define themselves in the shadow of parental expectation, where the convergence and imminent parting with their loved ones is a consistent theme, while the seaside locations were shot in Gangneung, a coastal city in Gangwon Province, renowned for its expansive, chilly winter beaches, such as Gyeongpo Beach and Anmok Beach, with the noise of street traffic contrasting with the incessant sounds of the ocean waves crashing.  Like one of Hong’s idols, Yasujirō Ozu and his films Early Summer (Bakushû) (1951), Tokyo Story (Tokyo Monogatari) (1953), and Floating Weeds (Ukigusa) (1959), the lyrical shots of the ocean help induce a feeling of transcendence.

Hong Sang-soo's 10 Favorite Films 

Saturday, April 1, 2023

To Leslie





 


































Director Michael Morris

Willie Nelson circa 1965

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TO LESLIE        B-                                                                                                                     USA  (119 mi)  2022  ‘Scope  d: Michael Morris

You’re living, right?  I’m sorry it ain’t a fairytale.  We all should have done things differently.  But you’re what’s wrong with you.  Not anyone else.                                                    —Sweeney (Marc Maron)

A small, low-budget indie film that likely would have been reduced to the ashbins of history if not for a sudden announcement that British actress Andrea Riseborough was nominated for a Best Actress award that created quite a stir, seemingly coming out of nowhere, with some questioning the legitimacy of the nomination, especially considering the last-minute social media blitz by some of the industry’s most celebrated artists, like Jane Fonda, Kate Winslet, Charlize Theron, Gwyneth Paltrow, Jennifer Aniston, Amy Adams, Paul Schrader, and Edward Norton who pushed for her nomination, with Cate Blanchett praising Riseborough as well during her acceptance speech at the Critics Choice Awards, and even former President Obama revised his best films of the year list to include this film based on her performance, yet the outcry of foul play led the Academy Board of Governors to conduct an investigation to see if any guidelines were violated, but found nothing awry, so the nomination stands.  Opening at the South by Southwest festival, the film had made only $27,000 at the box office on the day the Academy Award nominations were announced.  By contrast, heavy favorites Viola Davis and Danielle Deadwyler, black actresses in THE WOMAN KING and TILL, films that made $92 million and $10 million dollars respectively, were all the talk of pre-nomination festivities, both widely considered favorites in the category, already nominated in the SAG awards (Screen Actors Guild Awards: Homepage), while Riseborough was not.  Putting things in context, Halle Berry remains the only black woman who has ever won the Best Actress Oscar in the Academy’s 95-year history.  Despite claims of the age-old Hollywood white favoritism, Riseborough’s raw performance as a broken alcoholic who contends with a recurring cycle of addiction in the barren outskirts of West Texas fits the formula.  Having seen her in Rowan Joffé’s Brighton Rock (2010), James Marsh’s Shadow Dancer (2012), Eran Creevy’s Welcome to the Punch (2013), Alejandro González Iñárritu’s Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) (2014), and Armando Iannucci’s The Death of Stalin (2017), Andrea Riseborough’s performance in this film is nothing like those earlier roles, as it’s more demonstrably physical, a showier, Brandoesque kind of performance that typically turns heads, fitting the formula of what wins Oscar nominations, raw and earthy, getting ugly, kind of like Halle Berry in MONSTER’S BALL (2001) or Charlize Theron in MONSTER (2003) when they won, but nonetheless took the Academy by surprise because so few people actually saw this film.  Shot in 19 days for less than $1 million dollars, there was no money in the budget for even a single ad, while Netflix spent $25 million dollars on an ad campaign to put Alfonso Cuarón’s Roma (2018) into contention for a movie that itself cost a reported $15 million, leading to ten Oscar nominations, winning three, including Best Director, yet no one contended there was any hanky panky in that process.   

This film fits the clichéd formula used in Bruce Beresford’s TENDER MERCIES (1983), where Robert Duvall won a Best Actor Academy Award playing an alcoholic country singer whose career nosedives, sinking to the bottom of the barrel, eventually atoning for his sins and finding redemption in a wonderfully accurate portrayal of small-town life in Texas, another barebones film that was critically lambasted and died at the box office when it was initially released in only three cities, receiving no studio backing, yet surprisingly received 5 Oscar nominations, including Best Picture, with Horton Foote also earning an Oscar for writing the Best Screenplay, and now the film is remembered fondly, setting a standard for authenticity that few other films are able to match, including this one, while also initiating a trend in more personalized independent filmmaking.  Alcoholism is a prominent theme in Billy Wilder’s THE LOST WEEKEND (1945), George Cukor’s A Star Is Born (1954), Douglas Sirk’s Written On the Wind (1956), Richard Brooks’ Cat On a Hot Tin Roof (1958), Mike Nichols’ Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966), John Cassavetes’ A Woman Under the Influence (1974) and Opening Night (1977), Sidney Lumet’s The Verdict (1982), Barbet Schroeder’s BARFLY (1987), Mike Figgis’ LEAVING LAS VEGAS (1997), Ken Loach’s MY NAME IS JOE (1998), Jeff Preiss’ Low Down (2014), Alexandre Rockwell’s 2021 #9 Film of the Year Sweet Thing (2020), and David Fincher’s Mank (2020), yet the most apt comparisons may be Bent Hamer’s Factotum (2005), exploring the seedy world of Los Angeles as it follows a fictionalized world of drunk poet Charles Bukowski, and Scott Cooper’s CRAZY HEART (2009), where Jeff Bridges won Best Actor and Best Song Oscars as a down-and-out country singer on the road, with Duvall appearing in and producing the film.  Riseborough as Leslie Rowlands offers a virtuoso performance who rages and howls at anyone and everyone with a proud defiance, becoming a grotesque portrait of self-destruction, opening in front of television cameras in an enthusiastic moment of euphoria after winning the town’s largest $190,000 lottery, her ticket purchased at the local bar, a single mom promising she’s going to make a better life for herself and her young son by buying him a guitar and a new house, but instead impulsively buys drinks all around and irresponsibly squanders her fortune in short order, leaving her destitute and alone, losing her son in the process.  Morris is a British television director making his film debut, shot on 35mm by Larkin Seiple, and written by Ryan Binaco, who is also a producer, inspired by the life of his own mother, though we never see her downward spiral, revealing only the aftermath years later when she’s already scraping rock bottom, immediately realizing she’s her own worst enemy, a shamelessly ungrateful and unsympathetic character, where watching her make an endless series of bad choices makes this a difficult watch, where literally no one is ever happy to see her.  There’s nothing prettified about this film, as it’s unsparingly bleak.

In the event some are still under the illusion that winning the lottery is the answer to all your prayers, you might consider reading an old Reddit posting from nearly a decade ago shared by redditor u/BlakeClass that sounds horrifying, while CNBC reports that many lottery winners file for bankruptcy within three to five years after winning.  As we witness her descent, getting kicked out of seedy motels for nonpayment of rent, to living with her grown son James (Owen Teague), who she hasn’t seen in six years, eying her with suspicion from traumatic experiences in the past, yet reluctantly opens his doors so long as she promises not to drink, but Leslie quickly violates his trust, stealing from friends, drinking and having sex with neighbors to pick up some extra drinking money, where he’s had it with her, "you're a drunk" - To Leslie YouTube (1:51), angrily putting her on a bus back home to some nondescript small town in Texas, where she’s met by a biker couple, Nancy and Dutch, Allison Janney and Stephen Root, working together for the first time since the popular TV show The West Wing (1999-2006).  Nancy, her former best friend, has no patience and is still infuriated with Leslie for abandoning James at such a tender age, where it fell upon her to explain her mother’s absence to him, raising him for a few years after she left, where she’s looking for any excuse to kick her out of their home.  Leslie readily obliges by drinking once again, leaving her few options other than hitting the bar and trying to pick up strangers, using them for drinks and money while dancing to Waylon Jennings blaring on the jukebox, Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way - YouTube (2:54), only to end up disappointed, as it leads her nowhere except back out on the street, with Nancy getting all into her face at one point, vindictively shaming her in public, “You know she left her kid?  You know she drank all that money away?  Had every chance and pissed it down the gutter!  And her son?  Left him.  That boy was thirteen.  Ain’t got food, and he’s scared all alone without his mama.  Just so you could go out drinking thinking you’re hot shit!”  With her self-esteem plummeted, she has become the butt of all jokes and the laughingstock of the entire town, who view her as an abysmal failure, she ends up sleeping next to a dumpster at a dingy motel, but gets shooed away in the morning by the manager Sweeney (Marc Maron), leaving her pink suitcase behind, which his partner Royal (Andre Royo) recognizes, knowing her entire story, viewing her as trouble with a capital T.  But as she keeps hanging around, Sweeney inexplicably offers her a job cleaning the rooms, including room and board, a pretty sweet deal, but she drinks away her salary and is on the verge of losing that job as well, but has an epiphany moment listening to the last song after staying far too long in a nearly deserted bar one night, Are You Sure by Willie Nelson from his album ... - YouTube (2:42), a little-known gem from his third album in 1965 when he was clean shaven in short, slicked back hair and wore suits when he performed, which pretty much only sold in Texas.  It’s the money shot of the film, at first having to laugh at how autobiographical it is, yet the creeping loneliness of the song is spot on, causing her to get serious for perhaps the first time, swearing off the alcohol and going through withdrawals on her own, where her physical sufferings mirror the mental struggles coping with her failed life, aided by Sweeney, who is a kind and forgiving soul, perhaps due to his own experience with an alcoholic ex-wife that led to his divorce, finally offering her a chance that no one else has ever given her.  While it leads to an improbable finale that all too easily wraps up all the loose ends in a tidy bow, the film does represent a fearless style of acting, where Riseborough has been around for a while, and it’s nice to see her finally get recognized.