It's a measure of how good the run of Korean thrillers has been over the last twenty years that a merely mediocre one counts as a real disappointment. I'm used to being challenged by Korean thrillers, but this film doesn't have that level of ambition. This story of a desperate father searching for his kidnapped son using "lucid dreaming" (and later "dream sharing") reminds me nothing more than of Michael Crichton's lesser techno-thrillers filled with jargon and technobabble pertaining to fake invented technology that everybody just happens to know the rules of, as if it was a real thing. Entertaining enough, I guess.
I've seen this movie a thousand times. I've watched it on a big screen in front of a yelling crowd. I've watched it in an empty theatre on a Wednesday afternoon. I've watched it on a shitty airplane headrest monitor. I've watched it on road trips, during cab rides, and between subway stops. I've watched it on my phone while walking my dog. I've watched the fan edit on a tablet in an airplane toilet. I've watched it projected on…
A martial arts re-imagining of Heart of Darkness, shot as if it was a horror flick. Tremendous sound design and motivated lighting effects. This is one of my favourite movies of all time, but it's so intense I can only stand to watch it every couple of years.