Who, tell me now, who in this day an age is makin' better flicks than Chan-wook Park? What baseball-cap crowned vision-flinger is producin' pictures fit even to lick the bloodied knees a' this man's lowest frames? Who? Set the fucker up front me this second, sayin, that I might bow down wi' the yap all platitudes 'fore this God a' the widescreen epiphany.
Because the truth is no one, that's who, that's who's makin better flicks than Chan-wook Park. No one outside a' the most fantastical deities conjured midst the deranged complexities huggin' the brains a' the damned. Only the snarlin' denizens a' some colossal hole in the darkest caverns a' eternity could conceive of such a creature.
Chan-wook Park is why a fella bothers watchin' anything anymore, because he knows, see, he knows that for every R-Point or The Ring 2 or some remake of a flick I never seen but pretend to adore, for every one a' those foul fucks all ball-rot green wi' incompetence, for every one a' them there's a moment in some Chan-wook Park flick that's fit to blow the eyes out the back a' the arsehole bindin'.
Like the proverb says - A man'll endure any number a' soul-destroyin' torments for half a second spent in the glow a' some Chan-wook Park feature about smashin' someone's yap up wi' a claw-hammer.
An' how many a' those 'forementioned mounds a' cinematic arse-grot has a man suffered since that crushin' denouement coiled round the legs a'Oldboy?
Too many, for sure, a buncha much too many.
Endless ropes a' manky yellowed jissom hangin' from the rafters a' the picture-dens, bubblin' sickenin' twirls a' deplorable muck, crawlin' through these troughs all overflowin wi' noxious insufferable grue, an sayin "Why, tell me now, why did I get down on the knees in the first place? Surely there must be some reason for the bein' battered back an' forth from catastrophe to catastrophe, for the bein' shafted in the back-hole by hack after hack, an' at the end of it all wi' the eyes all hang-dog sayin' can I have it again, mister, the kick in the throat an the fuck in the arse? Why would a fella bound t'wards such malignant joyless jousts if'n all he's ever left with is a curious emptiness somewheres around the fulfillment gland?
And the answer, oh aye, clear as the melancholy hung on the fringe, there it is; Because sometimes a flick like Sympathy For Lady Vengeance arises out the mire, sometimes a fella like Chan-wook Park steps up wi' the heads a' those soulless fiends clasped in the grip, toss those skulls screenwards, Mr Park, an lo! What majesties result!
Article comments
1 - Mat Brewster
Ah master Duke, you are the Chan-wook Park of blogcritics. Great stuff again. I nearly woke the wife with this bit:
He sits 'pon porcelain an' cacks effortless cool left an' right. He pisses style. When he cracks one off he sprays style out the maw a' his man-pump. And yet, no empty wank, no, that drippy dropped o'er tile rumbles wi' substance, wi' Point.
As for the flickery. Its been waiting in my netflix queue for weeks, waiting for those bastards to say its available for the likes of me.
2 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
Mat, thank you good sir! it feels good to get the words flowin again after a prologned absence owin to mental knackerdness.
you say have you the flick in netflix - i didn't think it'd even got a US release yet!
3 - Mat Brewster
That's the problem. It is in my queue on netflix but they've got it listed as unavailable or some such. I've only seen Oldboy, but it was enough to make me put both Sympathy for Mr Vengeance and this one in my queue.
4 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
ah, i see. Mr Vengeance is astounding also, a hella lot bleaker than the other two, as far as i remember. Which isn't to say the other two AREN'T bleak, but there's somethin desolate an incredibly melancholic about Mr Vengeance. It sticks with you, as they say.
5 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
Mat, i just uncovered this old review from the guts of Blogcritics. Be warned, it's fairly wretched. - The Duke On Sympathy For Mr Vengeance
6 - Mat Brewster
Thanks Duke. I read the intro and stopped because, well I hate reading reviews before I see a flick. And even though your good at not giving away too many plot points I just don't want any info before my eyes see the glory or some such. But I'll give it my full attention aftere I watch. Which will be soon since it is, at this very moment, on its way to my house via Netflix and the United States Postal Service.
Where do you get all these Asian flickeries? Are they just more abundant at the local video store in Northern Ireland? Or are there more deviant methods to get them? And if so do you dare share?