O Dia em que Ele Chegar

Joon-Sang Yoo arrives in Seoul. He has directed four movies, but they weren't popular. Now he teaches in a country school. He's in town to meet with an old friend, Sang-Jung Kim. They go to a bar, have a bit of a chat, meet with the owner who rushes n to apologize for not being there. Then the day starts to repeat, with variations.

At first I thought it was just a variation on GROUNDHOG DAY, but as time went on, I realized that it was the portrait of a man who had given up, and had become unmoored from reality. He keeps trying to get the day right, like the director he used to be -- one character, on learning he used to direct, asks "What's it like to not direct?" -- but whatever he does, no matter what he accomplishes, he finds at the end that he is where he was at the beginning, repeating the day with variations that have no effect on his fellow characters. If they had not known him when he was a director, they have no memory of him, and only the vaguest of effects on their lives.

It's creepy and sad and simply told, in elegant black and white photography. The writer/director, Sang-soo Hong is called by some "The Woody Allen of Korea." Martin Scorsese says of his movies that "everything kind of starts unassumingly - but then things unpeel like an orange". This movie fits that description. I'll keep an eye out for more of his movies.

The fine line between art and nonsense has been crossed in this movie. In terms of script it is on the level of an average TV drama. However, even a viewer with basic knowledge of cinema would notice awkward framing. Endless shots with flood of dialogue show authors ambition to portrait authentic situations from everyday life. But when in one of them the camera guided by an unapt hand first swings and then zooms in without any connection to the scene, i lost the sympathy for this movie.

The main character is somewhat lovable and obviously in some kind of introspective dwelling (writer's block, mid-life crisis or simply boredom). The most interesting moments are when he meets other people and the way they react to him, since he is a famous author.

Watch only if you're a movie buff.

Same guy, same place, same characters, but different combinations. Same day? Maybe. Is this the same day in different combinations, or different days that show how utterly repetitive life is? There is room for debate there. If you've ever kept a diary over a period of years, then gone back to read them, the most shocking thing that many people find is not how much they've changed, but how much they haven't. You make similar decisions and similar mistakes. The situations are always slightly different, with some minor variable, but the results end up in the same place. This film is an examination of that idea. It's may not be for popular tastes, but it's good stuff, reminiscent of Eric Rohmer and the French New Wave.

This genuinely weird Korean film seemed like a fusion of "Groundhog Day" and "No Exit" but in a style that married Eric Rohmer and Woody Allen. I don't really know if I liked it or not and kind of admire it for that. A Korean film-maker, who has forsaken the art world for a simple life as a rural school-teacher, returns to Seoul to reunite with friends. The first night is an enthralling experience of great, drunken conversation on the nature of chance and identity, with much drunken lust thrown in. Each following day becomes a less satisfying copy of the first. Time has stopped, and only the director seems (semi) conscious of it. I would interpret this work as a kind of confession. The director's development has been entrapped by his vanity even as he strives for a life of modesty. Whatever else, it captures Seoul, and drunken satisfaction- be it intellectual or amorous- very nicely.

OK, so I get that this is a foreign film, and I get that I'm supposed to be super-sensitive to cultural differences. But, and a huge BUT here, I was bored beyond tears with this one.

I'm regretfully placed in an awkward position to witness the characters stutter their way through their seemingly contrived scripts, from the tedious profile angles that the director seems to prefer. I was witness to over the top and quite frankly, ridiculous responses to otherwise benign dialogue contrivances.

I really, really tried to give this flick a chance, but I just couldn't get into it. I'm no stranger to foreign films, and watch and enjoy a number of them. This one, however, bored the living fecal matter out of me.