Michael Jones’s review published on Letterboxd:
Me: Wow what a film, let’s see what theories and reflections the good people of Letterboxd have for me!
Every nerd on this god damn website: A transient memory, fizzling away under the footsteps of a melancholy generation. A dance under the purple moonlight fading in to the darkness like the smoke from the flames of a bourgeoisie dream. Jeongsu whacks it for days, metaphorically pre-emanating his ‘whacking’ of Ben, burning in to a memory like embers of a blah blah fucking blah