tisdag 23 december 2014

Christmas Movie Recommendations!


As a person raised by a single mother I think it’s safe to say that television filled the role of a second parent in as many ways as was possible. The square box taught me about morals, love and everything else a child could possibly need to know that the adults around you claim you don’t need to know.
One period where my love for television and movies shone more than usual was Christmas, especially since not having a big family often resulted in me not really knowing what a “real” Christmas was supposed to be. So I looked to the movies to teach me. I thought that I would try and give some recommendations for those out there looking for some last minute Christmas-films, since having loved Christmas through films for 27 years now has led to me having quite collection of movies that in one way or another connect to my favorite day of the year. I will try to keep it short, especially when it comes to the movies I assume most people have heard of. The movies will be presented in a random order and if I feel some of them are stronger than others it will come across through the text. Here we go.


It’s a Wonderful Life (1946)

It’s the most classic Christmas movie of them all, and one of the best movies ever made. The story of a small town man named George Bailey who on one Christmas night decides to kill himself and is given the opportunity to see what the world would be like without him. Cheesy, charming and so heartwarming it makes me cry every time I see it.


Gremlins (1984)
A dark, humorous story of Billy Peltzer who receives a strange Chinese animal called a Mogwai for Christmas. It is a sweet little pet that he names Gizmo and the two become friends right away, but if Gizmo is so harmless how come with him came three rules? 1. Don’t get him wet. 2. Don’t expose him to bright light and most importantly rule 3. No matter what, never feed him after midnight. What are these rules for, and what happens when they are broken? Watch one of my essential Christmas flicks for the answer!


Joyeux Noël (2005)
One of my absolute musts on Christmas Eve these days. In fact I spend most of my time longing for Christmas just thinking of how I can watch this movie and It’s a Wonderful Life back to back. The movie is based on the true events of Christmas of 1914 when German, French and British troops in the middle of the first World War decided to stop fighting to celebrate Christmas Eve together. It’s a deeply touching story, which doesn’t take sides, doesn’t dumb down its major conflicts and shows of a magic that Christmas possesses like no other holiday. The film is beautiful, and should definitely be better known than it is. In fact, this list kind of exists for this movie to be shown off more than any other, so look it up. Because you won’t regret it.


Die Hard/Die Hard 2
Bruce Willis plays John McClane, a man trapped in a skyscraper filled with terrorists (led by Severus fucking Snape for crying out loud!) and has to shoot, swear and one-line his way out of the mess he is out. ON CHRISTMAS! Even if you don’t like action movies you should give this one a chance because it could honestly be the best action movie ever. The sequel also takes place on Christmas and has snow, unlike the first one, but the first one is absolutely the route to go if you only have time for one of them.


Rare Exports: A Christmas Story (2010)
A Finnish movie about a young boy who along with his friend end up discovering that the Finnish mountain of Korvatunturi holds the dark secret to the true story of Santa. Soon the young boy finds himself fighting off a Santa who kills reindeer and rather than leaving presents takes the children with him. A short movie with the right amount of craziness. Underrated and recommended for those looking for something a little more insane for their Christmas.


Arthur Christmas (2011)
A movie I looked at with disgust when it first came to cinemas. It looked stupid and like a cheap cash in, but it is honestly very good for what it is. It centers on Arthur Christmas, the second son of the current Santa Claus Malcolm Christmas. Arthur is bumbling, afraid of heights and fast speed and to be honest not very quick on the uptake. However he has the wide-eyed love for Christmas that of the children they work so hard for. So when a girl is missed, her present still left at the pole after the rounds, only Arthur believes enough in the power of Christmas and Santa to try and race across the world to get her the present in time. Well-animated and in spots very funny and heart-warming. One for both kids and adults.


Tokyo Godfathers (2003)
Another animated movie, this time from Japan. This one is a little more adult and darker. It centers on three homeless people who find a baby in the trash on Christmas Eve and set out, in an attempt to find the mother. Director Satoshi Kon (who tragically died only managing to give us a handful of films) has a way of conveying humor and bitterness together in a very good way, and in this film it works probably better than in any other of his films. It’s a bizarre movie, which still keeps its toes on the ground, giving it a good winter-feeling.


Black Christmas (1974)
One of the grandfathers of the slasher genre. A bunch of sorority sisters in the midst of preparing for Christmas start receiving a bunch of disturbing, obscene phone calls. Little do they know that the phone calls are actually coming from inside the house…


Santa’s Slay (2005)
Santa’s name is just one letter of from that of Satan’s! Coincidence? Uhm, probably not, but in this movie it is a little more directly sinister when Nicolas Yuleson, a frustrated teenager living in the colorfully named “Hell Township” finds out that Santa is real and out for blood. Soon Nicolas and his kind-of-sort-of girlfriend Mac have to fight off a giant Wrestler-looking Santa, while trying to survive until Christmas is over again. Stupid, cheap, perfect for you if you just want to laugh at some idiotic trash.


Love Actually (2003)
A ton of actors, nearly a dozen stories and all revolving around Christmas. All the stories have their ups pros and cons, but the pros are by far bigger than the cons. If you enjoyed Notting Hill and want some British humor then this is for you!


Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)
Like Tim Burton? Like Christmas? Like Halloween? Wish you could take the two holidays and mix them like chocolate and peanut butter? Well now you can! And let’s face it, if you clicked this link and read this far? You probably already have!  


A Christmas Carol (various)
Charles Dickens’ classic Christmas story of Ebenezer Scrooge, a man so stingy he practically sucks the warmth out of the room when he steps into it just to save coal. This story is so simple yet effective that I have never seen a single version of it that doesn’t at least have some aspect of the story intact. My recommendations are for the George C. Scott-version from 1984, the animated Disney-version or my personal favorite; A Mupper Christmas Carol. All are great, and oh so Christmassy.


The Shop Around the Corner
Seen the Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan-movie “You’ve Got Mail”? Then you’ve seen a crappy version of this movie! This movie, starring James Stewart and Margaret Sullavan takes place in the Hungarian capital of Budapest and focuses on two shop employees who can’t stand each other. Both of them are involved in anonymous letter-relationships. What they don’t know is that their perfect someone, just so happens to be the one person they just can’t stand.


Pretty much any movie written or directed by Shane Black.
Shane Black has written or directed some really great films, and for some reason he likes setting films around Christmas. Lethal Weapon, Iron Man 3 and Kiss Kiss Bang Bang all take place during the holidays and if you want you can check them out. Out of Black’s movie’s Lethal Weapon is the best and now only has a Christmassy feeling, but also shows why Mel Gibson is solely missed in Hollywood. Dammit, why did you have to go crazy, Mel?


Miracle on 34th Street (1947)
This movie (in Sweden that is) is so damned overlooked it drives me crazy. During Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade the hired Santa Claus gets drunk and has to be replaced by a man who just happens to be passing by on the street. He is so convincing as Santa that he is hired to play the part for the department store throughout the holiday season, but problems soon come up when the man’s real identity is called into question. He claims that he is the real Santa Claus, and question is… Could he be?
A great movie that captures the Christmas spirit, great acting from Edmund Gwenn as Kris Kringle as well as from Maureen O’Hara as the woman in charge of the would be Santa, but even more impressive is a very young Natalie Wood as her daughter, who is raised to find all ideas of fantasy ridiculous, but still finds herself intrigued by Kris Kringle. See it, or if you REALLY hate black and white films, at least the kind-of-good remake with Richard Attenborough and see if you believe in the man who would be Santa!


How the Grinch Stole Christmas (1966)
NO! Not the Jim Carrey movie, but the real, traditional rendition of the Dr. Seuss book of the same name. Simple, rhyming story about a green, sinister creature called the Grinch who hates Christmas and decides to do something about it. Narrated by Frankenstein’s Monster himself Boris Karloff!


Home Alone (1990)
Kevin McCallister finds himself left without a family when they set off for Christmas in France. At first happy with being alone after a bitter argument, he soon starts missing his family and realizing that even his most annoying family members bring something to the table. Everything gets far worse (and funnier) when two burglars decide to rob the McCallister home and the only one who can stop them is Kevin, using only what he has in the house along with his imagination. Most people only talk about this movie for the violent slapstick, but I honestly prefer the parts focusing on Kevin’s development as he confronts his fears and does chores. As well as the bits showing Kevin’s mother maniacally trying to make her way back home to her son.
The sequel where Kevin gets lost in New York is basically the same movie in every way, but still isn’t bad (just not that good). The third one is… stupid in a lot of ways but is the only one of the movies to have a legitimate reason for why the child is home alone and also has Scarlett Johansson in an early role as an older sister. Whatever you do, don’t go further than the third one, it’s like going from nice to naughty. Just


Rise of the Guardians (2012)
It doesn’t take place during Christmas, but DOES have a lot of snow and Santa is one of its main characters. This animated feature centers on Jack Frost, a mythological character who doesn’t remember who he was before he was what he is. When the man in the moon chooses Jack to become a guardian of the children of the world along with Santa, the Sandman, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy to fight the evils of the Boogeyman it is the start of a beautiful, fun adventure that I watch whenever I want to feel a winter-y feeling.


The Hogfather (2006)
Taking place in Terry Pratchett’s Discsworld-universe (a giant land set on the back of four elephants standing on a turtle swimming through space) the story is about how the assassin’s guild of the city Ankh-Morpork get a contract for the slaying of The Hogfather (this world’s Santa Claus) on Hogwatchnight (again, this world’s Christmas). When the Hogfather goes missing, Death himself decides that he better take over the job of Hogfather and with the help of his granddaughter Susan (Downton Abbey’s Michelle Dockery) try to solve the mystery of the real Hogfather’s disappearance before Hogwatchnight is over.
This two-part TV-movie is 3 hours long, but is worth it. It is filled with British quirk and despite having rather cheap effects still sucks you in and makes you forget you are watching a TV-production. And believe it or not, Death is a very compelling character here, spouting wisdoms and gentle advice to people he meets. Highly recommended, if you have the time.

There are of course more movies worth mentioning, we all have our favorites. Some I know will probably get brought up as “you missed” are Bad Santa, Elf, National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation and A Christmas Story, but these movies, while good just aren’t on my priorities list. Along with that I want to recommend that you think back to TV-shows since nearly every TV-show has at least one really good Christmas episode. For me these are things like South Park’s Woodland Critter Christmas, The Simpsons episode where Bart shoplifts, the first two O.C. Season’s Chrismukkah episodes, but most importantly the pilot episode of Batman the Animated Series where the Joker terrorizes Gotham with a very bizarre Christmas special.

Finally I want to wish all my friends, acquaintances, enemies and all the people I just haven’t met yet a very Merry Christmas! Have a good, and hopefully safe one! 

torsdag 24 juli 2014

So... That happened!

This city may very well play a big part in my future!

I love being able to say that the reason why I haven't written anything here is because I have been busy and not have that be empty words, because I have definitely had some other things to deal with.
My tinnitus is making things really difficult and I am exhausted because not only was the final two months of school very intense, but beyond that I also took up a job at a grocery store near where I live, which has strained me even further. I could be doing a whole lot better physically and mentally in many aspects, to say the least. 
 
However, let's focus on the positives. In April, I saw a post on Facebook which invited people interested in learning Korean in South Korea to a Korean themed evening, and although I had no plans of going through this particular agency since my plans were always to go through Stockholm University after about a year of studying there or so, I still signed up with haste and jotted down the date in my calendar.
In early May, when the meeting was set to take place I started to feel nervous about the whole thing. About the volume, the amount of people, the music. Quite frankly I was scared about everything. School was starting to get to the aforementioned spike of intensity and my ears were getting worse. Along with this some personal issues related to one of the projects occupied my mind, making everything much more difficult than I would have liked. 
 
The most stressful thing however remained the fact that at the meeting, representatives from the University in Seoul would be present and would be handing out two scholarships at the end of the evening.
I talked to an acquaintance from school the night before this meeting and remember telling her that "since I don't want to go through these people, I bet I'll end up winning one". 

The next afternoon I went to the meeting, got piled into a room filled with late teens and twenty-somethings and soon realized that almost everyone seemed to have been drawn there by the same things. K-pop and Korean TV dramas. In fact I felt a little under dressed (until I realized that I was the only one in the room seemingly who knew ACTUAL facts about Korea including when the Korean War started). Also, it became clear that everyone else there was fully intent on walking home with a scholarship. 
 
The meeting started, and the guy from the agency starts talking about them, about the trips they do and the benefits of going through them, and about 30 minutes in something terribly wonderful happens. They have me. Somewhere between the numbers of how much the trip will cost and the benefits of always having someone back home as support should something bad happen I surrender my will to the idea that going through this agency is as good a deal as any. And mostly; it doesn't require me studying for over a year before going. 

After a fun talk about the history and current state of the school from which these two representatives come I am even more sold on the idea. Big school, large campus, dorms, as close to a college experience I will ever have, all in the heart of Seoul. 

At this point I want to rush out of the room and go home and pack my suitcase.
I still however, have my reservations about the scholarship. I see people around the room who are almost drooling over the idea of getting their hands on it, and considering how I less than an hour ago directly didn't want to win it, it almost feels wrong for me to win now. 
 
But I did. It came down to the classic "write down a reason why you deserve to win this scholarship". Writing, my best quality. I write down something honest, but in no way indicating of the desperation I feel for my current situation. No, I write down the story of how I on Christmas of last year came home drunk from my family Christmas party and decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to get some air. How I decided to go home and learn Hangul and proceeded to do so. I wrote that if you decide to do  something when you are drunk, you know that it's in your heart and that your intentions are genuine. I also wrote some stuff about my plans for my writing and how one particular story can't be done unless I go to South Korea, but I'd like to think that the whole drinking-part was the real reason. Especially considering the Korean drinking culture. We took photos, and then I bolted out of the door. To be honest I felt a little like Charlie from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. If I didn't run straight home with the red folder clutched in hand it might vanish, or be stolen by one of the other, obviously envious people in the room.
Even now as I sit here writing this it feels surreal. I've started planning properly, making lists over books I want to bring, movies to take out of their cases and put in CD-folders  and just small things that need to be worked out before the time comes, but still it feels completely insane that it might actually happen.
I rang one of my friends up and told her I had won, and she said that it was good since she knows I am the kind of guy who talks big and dreams even bigger, but I can't even approach a girl I am head-over-heels in love with, so how could I ever be trusted to take the plunge and move halfway across the world unless something nudged me in the right direction? 
 
For someone who is an absolute skeptic to religion and the whole notion of their being any sort of divine being that has control over everything that goes on around us I am still always looking for signs. Signs of things that I should do, people that may or may not become dear companions in the future and so on, and with all my problems with my hearing and everything in my life at the time being this scholarship means something far greater than some saved expenses when it comes to travel and schooling. It means that something out there wants me to go. When I doubted something pushed forward and no matter how bad things get between here and the end of March next year one thing is certain; I will keep going. I've gotten this far, and with only 8 months to go I just have to keep pushing, I owe myself, and whatever force out there that has obviously invested something in me that much. 

Oh, and I got accepted to Korean at the University of Stockholm for the fall semester, along with two smaller courses about the Relationship Between Contemporary North and South Korea as well as Culture in the Regions of Korea, which sound really interesting. I am overworked as hell, but with four weeks to go till school starts I don't think I have ever been so ready to return to school. I will make sure to update when I have time. Until then, have a good one!

onsdag 29 januari 2014

Stockholm International Film Festival List

NOTE: The following entry is one that I wrote at the end of November of 2013 and never published. Not because I felt my points were bad or opinions uninteresting as much as out of laziness and unwillingness to edit it. I came across it while looking up films to write about for this journal, and realized that many of the movies I wanted to talk about were on this list. So here it is!


Since all but one of the films I saw at the festival were Asian,
this little banner fits kind of perfectly. 
As I mentioned previously I have for the last ten days been attending screenings at the Stockholm International Film Festival. Sweden is a small country and being someone who has gotten a taste for a pretty wide variety of cinema it can be slightly frustrating. I've mostly relied on Amazon to guide me to directors and works I might like, but now I had a chance to see some new releases on the big screen. I attended a total of fourteen screenings along with an event focused on Swedish short subjects. I will not be talking about the shorts since availability will be so varied and uncertain, but I want to make a list of all the movies I saw and order them by number to show how much I liked each film. So without further ado, let's get started!



I have never seen a movie make the act of characters changing clothes look as awesome as Cold Eyes does.
1. Cold Eyes (Choi Ui-suk, Kim Byung-seo)
I have to say that Cold Eyes had me worried. South Korea as a country does truly excel at making tight, well thought out thrillers, but something about Cold Eyes made me think it would be a standard 2 hour macho-fest. In a way I feel some voice deep down inside me that's telling me "Christian, you're a film student! There has to be something else that was better that you saw? Something that had something to say!", but the majority of my heart and brain has an answer for that voice: "Cold Eyes has something to say! That spying on criminals and outsmarting people is fucking rad!". In fact it might be the film student in me that loves Cold Eyes most of all. It is so well-made that most American studios and their directors should see it just to see how you properly film, edit and pace a scene. There are moments in Cold Eyes that thrill more than any American action movie I have seen since Terminator 2: Judgement Day and in a way that is sad. I'll leave it at that since my last entry centered entirely around this movie and I feel I have covered enough to prove my point; Cold Eyes reminded me why I want to make movies in the first place. And yes, I know it's a remake of the Chinese film Eye in the Sky (which I have not seen) and it still ranks the highest. Because remake or not, great artistry is still great artistry!




Cousin's niece, being used as a subject by his equally playful nephew. 
2. The Story of Children and Film (Mark Cousins)
Mark Cousins is a name that any cineast or movie buff should know, not that I expect that to actually be the case. Cousins is a man who truly loves and understands the film medium with such great articulation that he has come to the forefront as a guru of sorts. His TV-epic The Story of Film is a 15 hour long masterpiece spanning film's history from the Lumiere brothers all the way to last year. Unlike most people however, Cousins uses his personal connections and information not as a neutral fact-spewing narrative but adds his thoughts, insights and own footage of the places that changed film the most from decades past to make you understand why he loves film. 

The Story of Children and Film is similar to the show, only this time it doesn't focus on film's history as much as the way films portray and mirror the essences of childhood. The good thing about Cousins is how his journies and reputation has given him a vast network of contacts throughout the world. Not interested in telling the traditional story of the "hero child" that so many American movies about children focus on, Cousins instead highlights more obscure movies from all over the globe. The Story of Children and Film isn't just a fascinating achievement for the lovers of cinema, but is an excellent reminder of what children are like. I think it may very well be a near perfect tool for anyone who doubts their ability to write children in stories.
The Story of Children of Film is a gem I want to take home as soon as possible.




Real is a lot of things. But the title is not one of them. 
3. Real (Kurosawa Kiyoshi)
Real is one of the most sophisticated films I have seen all year. It story revolves around Koichi, a twenty-something who's girlfriend Atsumi has been left in a comatose state after a failed suicide attempt. The hospital that Atsumi is located at has a set of machines that through a technique called "Sensing" allows someone compatible with Atsumi's brain patterns to enter her subconcious and communicate with her. Koichi is sent in, and through a series of sessions starts to get closer to reaching Atsumi. Soon however things from the sensing sessions begin to bleed over to his reality, causing Koichi to start to doubt everything he sees and hears in front of him.

I found Real to be a very fun experience. I described it to my friends as a film that would occur if The Matrix and Inception got together and had a baby that they raised to have an obsession with the Loch Ness Monster.

The movie's story twists and turns about as you would expect and even though I saw the final revelation coming it didn't impede my enjoyment of the film. The film's visual style and rather unique final act made up for it quite well. Highly recommended.




Bo-na suddenly finds herself the center of attention for the first time in her life.
4. How to Use Guys With Secret Tips (Lee Won-suk)
I have learned a whole lot about my own tastes as of late, and this film festival has if anything given me the final comfirmation I needed. How to Use Guys With Secret Tips is one of the dumbest movies I saw at the festival, but it's still a movie I can't wait to see again. It tells the story of Choi Bo-na, a struggling 30 year-old assistant director who just can't seem to catch a break. The same asshole steals her cab every morning, despite being structured and driven she still can't get passed being the second assistant director to a complete slob and the men at her workplace don't listen to her at all. After a particularly disastrous shoot, Bo-na stumbles upon a vendor who sells her a series of self-help tapes that he claims will teach her to get men to do whatever she wants. Much to Bo-na's surprise the tapes actually work and soon she is directing commercials, getting hit on and on the verge of a relationship with one of South Korea's biggest actors.

The humor of How to Use a Guy With Secret Tips is classically Korean, filled with awkward moments, slapstick and characters acting completely mind-blowingly stupid. This movie is one of those films that I probably shouldn't like as much as I do, but something just clicks. South Korea has in recent years seemingly had somewhat of a revolt in their storytelling, finally questioning the lack of female leads in their films. Both this and Cold Eyes have female protagonists, and even though they are both somewhat helpless and shy at their respective stories beginnings both learn to fight their way through "the man's world" and have by the end become strong characters in their own right.

My choice of this movie I can't really motivate much more than just saying that is is just plain fun and luckily it is one of few films from the festival that does have a solid European DVD release date in early 2014. (NOTE: it's out in the UK now, distributed by Third Window Films) 




Zheng, trying to use her weaponized smile to get what she wants.
5. So Young (Vicki Zhao)
So Young was after Cold Eyes the biggest surprise of the festival for me. The longest film I saw, clocking in at 132 minutes I expected it to be an overly long unengaging drama. I guess most of all I expected it to be forgettable and lack anything to make it stand out. So Young plays out much like a classic American college comedy, but with a Chinese twist to the whole proceedings. The story circles around college student Zheng, a remarkably cute girl filled with enthusiasm over starting her college career. The reason for her enthusiasm is that a boy whom she has been in love with since she was a little girl is attending the same school as her, and the two left each other making a non verbal agreement that they would finally be together when they were re-united. Zheng soon finds that the boy has gained a visa to study in America and has left the school.

Distraught, Zheng finds comfort in her roommates and before long finds herself head over heels in love with another boy. So Young is predictable and is oddly paced. The first two acts take place in the college and follows Zheng and the students she interacts with through their ups and downs, while the last third jumps forward in time to catch up with them years later. I have heard rumors saying that the original cut of the film was close to four hours long and that the studio forced director Vicky Zhao to make enormous cuts to the finished product. This would explain why some parts of the film feel really well paced while others feel almost criminally rushed. This being said almost makes me question my judgement and why I like this movie so much. Why is this movie so high on my list?

Simple really, it's charm lies in its characters. Zheng and her three roommates are all fun and through their first drunken night together we come to like them all and regard them as recognizable personalities, because nearly all of us had had one of those nights where you know that things have changed for the better. You are no longer roommates, you are friends. I liked these characters so much I didn't want the movie to end, because it would mean that my connection to them would be severed, no matter how shallow a connection it was. It should be a testament to any film that I can without a doubt say that if there is a four hour version of So Young out there, and I would have the chance to see it I wouldn't hesitate for a second. I will hope, much like Zheng does for the love of the boy at her school, that one day that version will be mine. That or the actress that plays Zheng herself, because she is so cute it almost hurts to look at.




Quiming, still romantic, naive and hopeful. 
6. Trap Street (Vivian Qu)
Another film I covered in my last entry. Trap Street is a serious look at how the Chinese government uses modern technology to monitor and control the populace. The film itself is rather basic from a technical perspective. Colorless, somewhat unpolished and filled with dirty, ugly environments. But that's why the movie works, at times you wonder if it's all right for us as an audience to see what is going on, because the film is so controversial in mainland China that it will never be seen there. The film focuses around Quiming, a surveyor who when measuring streets runs into a beautiful woman whom he soon develops a serious romantic attitude toward. Their paths cross several times and soon he is firmly wrapped up in the woman's personal life. But it becomes clear that the woman's job is classified governmental work and soon the surveyor finds himself being questioned by people he's never met before.

Trap Street is frightening and remarkably effective at conveying its message. I left the movie theater angry, sad and worried for the future. I think director Vivian Qu would be pleased, because I think that's exactly what she wanted.
(Again, covered heavily previously so I don't want to say much more than that).



Sunhi and the three men in her life. 
7. Our Sunhi (Hong Sang-su)
Hong Sang-su had two movies at the film festival this year, and Our Sunhi was the second of the two that I saw. The other one, Nobody's Daughter Haewon left me worried because of how similar their premises were. Both were about female film students, who have problems with the men in their life. The similarities transcend the script and litter the visual elements of the films. Both Haewon and Sunhi wear the same style coat and both spend a lot of time walking around talking about seemingly everyday things. The films are almost Ozu-like in the way they use similar locations, camera positions and script structure to tell two stories that are very similar to begin with.

Lucky for me I guess that one of these two movies was able to seriously grab a hold of me, then. Our Sunhi is about Sunhi (imagine that), a film student who has a tendency to vanish for months if not years at a time. At the start of the film Sunhi has re-appeared from one of these absences and goes to her teacher to ask for a letter of recommendation. What follows is a comedic study of Sunhi, uncertain with what she wants and how the men in her life (the teacher, her ex-boyfriend and a mutual friend who links the other three) react to her. Sunhi herself, is somewhat of a blank slate. She mopes a lot, is reluctant to truly take responsibility and is seemingly only enthusiastic when the oppurtunity to consume vast amounts of fried chicken while getting drunk on Soju and beer appear.

However it functions within the story and the climax fits the character of Sunhi rather perfectly. It's funny, simple and filled with beautiful locations, and while it doesn't leave a huge emotional impression I think that's part of the film's greatness. It doesn't explicitly tell you how to feel, and much like Sunhi herself, you might not know how you truly do feel at the end.


Jiale and his parents sit down for dinner, Terry is in the background,
much like the role she struggles with throughout the film.
8. Ilo ilo (Anthony Chen)
In the Singaporean drama Ilo ilo we are introduced to a upper middle class (maybe even higher by Singaporean standards) family who are struggling. The mother is pregnant, a few months away from having their second child, the father is a struggling salesman of glass and their son, Jiale, is a spoiled brat who can't seem to behave himself in school.

The mother, who still has to work despite being pregnant, hires a nanny from the Philippines named Terry. The movie centers around Terry, and the hardships she faces having been sent to this place she doesn't know, while also struggling with the emotionally taxing thought of having left her own 1-year-old son back at home with her sister. Ilo ilo is a stable, interesting and well-told story, which only real problem is that it has been told so many times before. The things that still makes me really like it is the setting itself. Singapore is a fascinating backdrop and if anything bothers me about the film it is that we, all things considered get to se remarkably little of it. But the film is hardly weak narrative wise, just not overly strong either. Recommended, if only for the setting.



The protagonist of the bookend-segment, Se-young looking moody.
9. Horror Stories II (Kim Whi, Kim Sung-ho, Jum Bum-shik, Min Kyu-dong)
Quality isn't always assured, but when it comes to horror themed anthology movies I rarely find myself unentertained by them. Be it Creepshow, Three... Extremes or V/H/S there is always at least one segment which you usually leave thinking "I really liked that one where...", making the entire experience worthwhile. And as far as feeling that the whole experience was worth it Horror Stories II definitely holds up. The movie consists of four seperate stories; three featured as their seperate entries and a fourth story acting as the bookend and transition between the other three. The story that leads us through the others is about two workers at an insurance company who are mulling over old cases one night. The younger and least experienced of the two is a goth girl named Se-young, who happens to be psychic which her superior uses to have her read off bizarre case files as to figure out if they really should have given payment on them.

The three case files the film shows us are all vastly different in their approach and better for it. The first segment which centers on two friends who have just made a succesful investment in stocks and come out with quite a bit of money, and decide to take a nice nature hike in the mountains to celebrate. They soon find themselves trapped with a Snickers bar as their only food supply, and paranoia threatens to consume them both.

The second is about three girlfriends driving home from a party. The two in the front seat are drinking and the third in the back is sobre. One thing leads to another and they crash the car, and now they have to walk back to the house, but the woods are cold and dark and the three soon get the feeling that someone or something is watching them from behind the trees.

The third and last is about a teacher who after having embarrased himself in front of his new class on the first day, is told by one of his students who just happens to like the dark arts that there is another world very similar to this one and that by riding an elevator and following certain rules you can cross over to that world. The teacher does this, but soon realizes that the trade is far from worth it and now one question remains: how does he get back?

Ironically the segments are featured in the order that I like them with the first being the weakest and the third and last one being the best, managing to include both unsettling imagery and that classic Korean humor that works so well because the situation itself is so unfunny. The first just seems very by the books, and the use of a Snickers bar, and yes they DO make sure the logo is always facing upward whenever it is shown, which just makes it feel so cheap.

The middle segment is the most visually solid, using creepy woods very effectively. It's story is rather predicatble, but it didn't bother me that it was because of how well executed the mise-en-scene was.The third one was something else. Managing to combine ridiculous slapstick with disgusting visuals to create a tension seldom seen in western horror stories. My only problem with this segment is the ending, which feels forced and somewhat mean-spirited.

All in all, Horror Stories II was one of the few films I saw at the festival that I would be able to see myself watching with a group of friends. It's an easy watch, and now my only problem is finding it and the original on DVD...



If your sexual embraces include knives? You MIGHT need
to rethink your life slightly.
10. Moebius (Kim Ki-duk)
Kim Ki-duk certainly isn't one to shy away from controversy, and in writing this I wish I could say that Moebius wasn't the first of his movies that I have seen, but sadly it is. I have actually collected nearly every major work that Kim has made and I let my copy of his probably most widely recognized release 3-Iron sit in front of my Blu-ray player all through the festival in hopes that I would eventually get to it, which I obviously didn't.

From what little I know about his movies Kim Ki-duk has a fascination with the concept of human sexuality and how various people relate to it. Be it a monk struggling with celebacy in Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter... And Spring, young female prostitutes in Samaritan Girl or a gangster's inability to forget a woman who he feels wronged him in The Bad Guy, sex always seems to have a heavy role in any Kim Ki-duk film. Moebius made headlines when it was both critically lauded and panned at the Cannes film festival this year. The movie was apparently so disgusting that some people couldn't stand the film, whilst others heralded it as genius and deeply profound.

The story of Moebius centers around a teenage boy and his parents, of which none are ever given names as far as my non-Hangul-reading brain can recall. The father is having an affair with an attractive store clerk and the mother disgusted with her husband's promiscuous behavior decides to get revenge by cutting off his penis when he is sleeping. When the husband wakes up and stops her she instead moves to their son's room and proceeds to cut off his penis and vanish in the ensuing chaos.

What follows is an odyssey of self-exploration as the son (and to some extent the father) try to understand what role exists for a young man who has had his physical embodiment of manhood removed. The journey is filled with sexual fetishes, violent outbursts and abuse of women and is at spots really hard to watch and had Kim taken the straightforward approach with the story it probably would have made the movie a lot easier to like, for some people anyway. But the crux of Moebius is that the film is done entirely without dialogue, none of the characters exchange any words that the audience is allowed to hear. The few conversations are heard only as mumbling through glass windows or behind closed doors.
This is Moebius's best and worst move at the same time. It makes the proceedings feel more feral, at times making at least me forget that I was watching a movie with people in the modern world at all. The cast felt more like cavemen than modern people. They were feral. It makes the atrocities easier to accept. However it also becomes frustrating when the lack of dialogue forces characters to work around plot elements that could easily be resolved by just speaking a line. It also happens a few too many times to disregard as "that's just the format" and forgive it. Besides that there are moments that almost feel like farce I really liked Moebius, but more for what it was going for rather than what it actually ended up being. I will continue my voyage through Kim Ki-duk's filmography, that has at least been assured.



Yumeko and Buusuke, un-merged. 
11. Nuigulumar Z (Noboru Iguchiy)
How to explain Nuigulimar Z without making it sounds like something I'm just pulling out of my ass... It's about a... Japanese girl named Yumeko who moves in with newly divorced sister and her 12 year-old daughter. The daughter is excited because this day just happens to be her birthday and it is the first birthday she is sharing with her mother without her abusive father being present. The mother is in the process of finishing the sewing of a teddybear named Buusuke for her daughter when an alien spore flies in through the window and hears the plight of the daughter, and of how lonely she feels and how the mother works too much. The spore lands in the teddybear and vows to always protect the beautiful princess.

When Yumeko (who also happens to be a fan of the Japanese Lolita fashion craze) shows up, the daughter becomes furious by the notion that this stranger is going to live with them. The mother takes the two to dinner and tries to make her daughter get along with her sister. A zombie outbreak puts a stop to these plans however and the mother is killed. When the zombies theaten the life of the daughter the alien in the teddy bear makes his presence known and merges with the Lolita-loving Yumeko to become the titular "Nuigulumar" a shock-pink-latex-wearing super heroine with bearclaws, yarn grappling hook and awesome fighting moves! With Buusuke and Yumeko in agreement over their interest to protect Yumeko's niece the two promise to always be there for her, no matter what.

Nuigulumar Z is what you would get if you took Nakashima Tetsuya's Kamikaze Girls, Seth McFarlane's Ted and a classic ranger-sentai and put them in a blender. It's a film that looks cheap, filled with terrible dialog and is incredibly low on actual substance... But I still kind of love it. Though the characters are shallow (certainly Yumeko's niece's reluctance to warm up to her aunt FIVE YEARS after her mother's death and having lived with no one but Yumeko for said years is a classic example of "because the plot said so"-writing) there is some sense of fun in the proceedings that elevate it above just feeling aimless. In fact one thing that is rather fascinating about the movie is that it does actually present a profoundly strong cast of female characters. Except for the alien spore inside Buusuke (which just happens to have a male voice and is never explicitly referred to as male outside of this fact) and a small bit-player in the form of the daughter's guitar-aficionado friend, the only male characters in the film are villainous ones. First there is the ex-husband who clearly was an abusive bastard and both wife and daughter are glad he is out of their lives at the start of the film. The other male character is the film's villain Takeshi, who is a guy sick of being pushed around and rejected and bonds with an alien just like the one in Buusuke and sets out to conquer the world. He uses women, making them fall in love with him only to toss them aside when he tires of them, much like how he himself used to be treated. There is also a supporting character named Kill Billy, who just happens to be a tomboy. Billy straddles the line between good and evil and only when she finally chooses sides does she admit to being a woman. So in some odd way, Nuigulumar Z is a feminist film. Exploitative, yes, but still never doubting it's female lead's competence, and whatever mistakes it's other characters make are easily forgiven. They are only teenagers after all.

Again, much like How to Use Guys With Secret Tips and Horror Stories II  I guess I can't technically say that is necessarily a great movie (this one is actually far weaker than either of them by comparison, and would you call it bad I might have a hard time defending it) but that doesn't stop me from wanting to see it again as soon as possible, and having smiled a lot when reflecting back on it, and that has to mean something.



Haewon and her mother, exemplifying the repeated lengthy
table conversations that Hong utilizes.
12. Nobody's Daughter Haewon (Hong Sang-su)
From the same director that made Our Sunhi, Nobody's Daughter Haewon covers a lot of the same ground as Our Sunhi does. In fact in researching Hong's previous work I was surprised to see that my mental comparison with Ozu was clearly not a fluke based on the two movies of his I had seen by the end of the festival. The use of film directors, actors and students seem to pop up rather often in his features and that can be both welcome and unwelcome depending on the utilization.

I actually saw Nobody's Daughter Haewon before Our Sunhi and became really worried as the film moved on. The film, much like Our Sunhi (yes this text is essentially all about why I preferred Sunhi to Haewon so I apologize) focuses on a young woman and how people around her relate to her.

Whereas Sunhi was a film student, trying to get a recommendation from a director who is her teacher, Haewon is an actress who is struggling with her mother leaving to go live with her brother in Canada. Haewon, who much like Sunhi is rather distant and a self-chosen loner, calls up her teacher (a director, of course) with who she has had a relationship before. Soon old feelings come boiling to the surface and Haewon, the director and a myriad of people around the two are stuck in a spiral of negativity.

It's bizarre how two so similar movies can make me feel so different, despite the main characters being so similar. Both Haewon and Sunhi drink too much and lament this fact, they both get told and thus we, the audience are told how pretty they are and they even wear the same exact coat model as one another (though Sunhi gets bonus points for rocking a sweet purple Fjällräven backpark). In fact, neither Haewon or Sunhi are inherently likeable protagonists, and in fact out of the two, Haewon is actually the one who I would consider "better". Sunhi never seems to learn anything and essentially leaves the film the way she enters it in the first place. Haewon however has seemingly learned something about herself and seems prepared to face her life with a deeper insight by the end of her story.

But at the same time, Haewon's growth comes from her being a remarkably spoiled girl at the beginning of the film, self-absorbed, daydreaming about meeting celebrities and being complimented by them and (much like myself I might add) skates on the brink of being so oblivious to how others perceive her that it almost becomes tragic.

Sunhi seems more comfortable with her situation, she's withdrawn completely out of personal choice and doesn't ask for companionship by anyone else in the cast but either runs in to them by chance or seeks them out because she wants something from them for personal purposes.

But the main reason why Nobody's Daughter Haewon appeals less to me is probably because of the fact that there is a very muted but still present humor in the dialogue of Our Sunhi which isn't present in Haewon. Both of these films have some impressive long takes that feel natural in their flow, but in Haewon the most notable one is a very mean-spirited one, whilst the one in Sunhi is more on the fun side of the spectrum. And the overall environment of the two films reflects that. Our Sunhi has three potential suitors for our main characters and all of them are goofballs who honestly feel like caricatures of real people; the let's-get-back-together-ex-boyfriend, the lovelorn teacher and the goofball friend who listens but honestly doesn't give a shit. The ex-boyfriend in Haewon feels a lot more sympathetic, being less goofy and tragically accepting of the fact that a relationship between someone as beautiful as Haewon and himself would always end with his heart being broken. Equally the teacher in Sunhi is just a pathetic man who reads too much into her attempts to get a good recommendation out of him, whereas the director in Haewon is a married family man. A lot less innocent. In the end that humorous twist works a lot better than the more serious tone of Haewon, which feels overly long, meandering and unclear in its goal, which reflects its main character somewhat but still makes for a less enjoyable film.



Now, I'm not sure... But I'm guessing the one in the middle is
the Mark Zuckerberg. The one on the... oh, who cares? 
13. American Dreams in China (Peter Chan)
I can't remember ever feeling as uncomfortable watching a current film in a movie theater. That feeling even more clearly manifested after having seen Trap Street earlier the same week. The festival compendium described the reception of the film as a "Chinese The Social Network", which seemed promising enough. However, while that may be technically true there is something off about American Dreams in China. At first there is an air reminiscent of So Young, where a bunch of Chinese late teens/early 20's start college with the hopes of being able to gain visas and study in America.

However as the film progresses it becomes clear that though there is a definite character study on the screen, there is something else present too. Those who go away to America suffer defeat whilst those who stay in China succeed in opening a school for teaching English and preparing people for the questioning process involved when obtaining your visa.

It may seem cheap to suggest that the film is propaganda, but the pro-China subtext is there clear as day. The film starts with the three friends who start the business in a meeting with Americans claiming they've violated copyright laws and then proceeds to paint the picture of the struggle that Chinese society vs that of American society and the level of adversity the people in China face is much milder and "fair".

The worst part is, I like the basic story and even though some of the characters start acting surprisingly cold and terrible toward each other bizarrely quickly in the third act, there is a solid cast of characters to be found here.

Besides this the biggest flaw with the film is that it jumps very quickly from various years and doesn't really convince me that any real amount has passed. Three years isn't that long a time but it is still over a thousand days and more should have changed than just the calendar on the wall and that our characters now have new suits and a new teacher who's name isn't even established.

In short; all right movie, but it has too much underlying insidiousness for me to feel comfortable recommending it wholeheartedly. But don't take that as it having no good moments or interesting visual elements, just prepare yourself for what you're sitting down for beforehand.




Carina Lau's Anna struggles to deal with the disappearence
of her husband. Unable to accept that things will never be the same.

14. Bends (Flora Lau)
I have to admit, Bends was the second-to-last film I was set to see at the festival. The last film on a day which consisted of school from 9-12 and then directly from there to a movie theater followed by another trip to another movie theater where I would stay until 8:40 PM. The odds were not in Bends's favor, and I probably would have liked it a lot more if it wasn't for the fact that its themes mirrored the themes of another movie I had already seen; Ilo ilo.

Both films were about differences in social class, Ilo ilo focusing on a Sinagporean family and their Phillipino household worker, whereas Bends is about a Hong Kong housewife and the relationship between her and the family chauffeur. The driver is troubled, having a wife back across the border to mainland China who is expecting their second child, a child which they can't afford to pay the tax for. When the husband of the rich housewife suddenly vanishes the wife does everything she can to ignore the problem for as long as humanly possible. She continues with her expensive habits, paying for ludicrously pricy feng shui-sessions, going to expensive luncheons and buying things she doesn't need. When it becomes clear that the husband isn't coming back everything starts tearing away at the seems more and more and soon the woman, and her driver are both stuck together in a whirlpool of despair. He needs the work, and she needs money that she doesn't have.

The only problem with Bends is that it just didn't really grab me. Carina Lau's housewife is harmless, not striking you as cold or overly greedy, but when she is faced with the prospect of poverty she chooses to ignore it far longer than anyone should do. In fact she doesn't even start asking questions about her husband for several days, putting on a brave face and insisting that he's "probably around somewhere". It's this attitude which makes her hard to sympathize with, and the film tries to compensate with the story of her driver, which works to an extent, but when his employer is too much of a coward to admit to him that she doesn't know how long she'll be able to keep him it becomes so frustrating it makes it hard to care at all. The reason why this is at the bottom of my list is simple, even American Dreams in China had interesting characters that stood out. They may have done illogical things because the plot required a conflict at certain moments, but the plot moved along with a rather fast pace. Here? No such luck. And for a second I considered putting it ahead of American Dreams because of the duality of the two main characters, but I just can't do it. These two are probably the closest to being tied of all the movies I saw, and I saw them both on the same day and they are both filmed by Christopher Doyle, who is a brilliant cinematographer, who's work with Wong Kar-wai is modern day legend.

It's almost perfect that this is the case because it feels as if both of these films could easily be jobs Doyle was hired for because of worries about a weak script. And yes, both movies do look nice, but unlike Wong Kar-wai, there isn't that sense of auteurship to keep the films from feeling rather stale. Bends is a movie that doesn't really leave a lasting impression, sadly and is one of the weakest films I saw at the festival for that very reason.

måndag 27 januari 2014

A New Year, And A New Goal


I've finally made up my mind. I will apply for the most obvious film schools in Stockholm, and should I get in I will obviously accept and study there, but my level of effort or even desire has all but vanished. I have instead decided to temporarily alter my focus completely. I have had a tendency to let years be defined by a single entity recently. 2011 was the year of Tangled, or Disney and of finding the first major piece of my cinematic identity, the innocence and childish enthusiasm and love that far too many working in the film industry (or at least those who WANT to) seem to lack. 2012 was the year of Myrna Loy, of going from having a clinically sterile understanding of the past of film to acquiring a flavorsome love for it. The attraction to snappy dialogue, hilarious faces and wonderfully simple payoffs that were a large part of the comedies of the 1930's. 2013 was the most difficult of them all. To sum it up for the common man would be to say that it was the year of Asia. From coincidentally arriving at least four months late to the "Gangnam Style"-party while having about five unwatched Korean films in my collection at home, the way I rang in the new year wasn't by making resolutions to be a better man or losing weight (though I did try and failed at the latter, as well), but by starting off the biggest cinematic challenge of them all. This wasn't as simple as watching all the movies in the Disney-canon or all of the films of Myrna Loy's filmography. This was me diving into the entire cinematic culture of a foreign culture! To be even more specific it was actually diving into several cultures. 

My life was so much less complicated before this motherfucker came along. If I ever meet PSY... I'll hug him.
It of course started with Korea, especially with the works of Park Chan-wook. Whose film "Oldboy" along with Bong Joon-ho's "The Host" were the initial factors that led to this cinematic crusade. These two movies were the water behind the dam, and "Gangnam Style" was the log that dislodged, sending the pent up curiosity out. Soon I had consumed all of Park's works, moved on to Bong's filmography and started to dabble in other directors like Kim Ji-woon. Soon I had favorite actors in the form of Song Kang-ho, Choi Min-sik and Bae Du-na whose films I very much enjoyed. But it didn't stop there, but moved on to Japanese cinema and to a lesser extent mainland China and Hong Kong as well. They were all good at different things. The Chinese make beautiful, restrained love stories that say so much with their actions rather than words. The Japanese can seemingly master nearly any genre, making hilariously high concept adventures, action movies and downplayed dramas. And the Koreans make thrillers that can be impossible to match. Visually they are, at least to me the most impressive, every frame of some of the pictures I've seen feel, for lack of a better word; perfect. 

2013 was also the toughest year I have ever gone through. I suffer from tinnitus which means that my ears have a constant ringing that never goes away. Because of this I also suffer from Hyperaccussis, which means that I have extremely sensitive hearing. And I had during the first four months of the year built up a surprisingly strong tolerance to loud noises. All of this came tumbling down in May however where I was, because of a colleague who was going through her own issues pushed beyond my limit having to cover for her and some other people who feigned illness to enjoy the late spring sun. I also wasn't sleeping well at this point, feeling lucky to get four hours in any given night. 

I started to have an increased ringing in my right ear, while also experiencing reduced hearing on that ear. These problems haven't been resolved yet, but despite that my resolve is far stronger than it was then. I was on the brink, and I honestly doubt even my mother, whom I still live with partly because of my troubles, realized how bad I was. I cried for no reason, found myself counting my life backwards waiting for death rather than fearing it. Things were in other words, pretty bleak. 

But I pulled through, made it to 2014 and despite all my problems that were obviously coming with me into the new year I couldn't help but wonder what new thing would become my obsession during 2014? Would there be  anew obsession at all? Or would my "old" obsession continue? I'm almost a full month in and it seems that the latter is very much the truth.I spent Christmas Eve with my family, but once I got home from the annual holiday gathering, a pretty drunk Christian decided during a small walk that he would spend what was left of the night learning as much Hangul (the Korean script), which I then proceeded to go home and do. I'm still rough and don't know all the symbol combinations or even exactly how to pronounce the vowels, but I can at least read the language to the point where everything I read comes out close to accurate. Another aspect that must be mentioned for this whole thing to make sense is that beginning in late August I officially returned to school full time, becoming a student at a community college's film course. The experience as of writing this has been positive. Oddly enough not because of it being "fun" but rather for the lack of enthusiasm for playfulness in the environment. I have searched for a place in the cinematic space from film theory, to film criticism to acting and now overall filmmaking only to somewhat come to the conclusion that every single group I have tried to identify with has been difficult in one way or another. Most of the students that studied film theory were only there for an extra credit when they later applied for studies in overall journalism, the few who actually seemed interested to pursue a career within the world of film either too quiet for me to notice at the time or possessed the same snobbish air and supperiority complex that I imagine I have myself come to command in recent years. I (at least at the time) didn't belong there. 

The actors were fun, they mostly lacked the verbal precision of the theorists. A quality I severely missed when trying to discuss film. They also had a mostly mainstream knowledge of the medium, which I had long since overdiscussed and analyzed at this point (or so I felt at the time), but in exchanged they had a beautiful enthusiasm that I miss throughouly to this very day. In fact despite that we never fulfilled our promise to continue to meet at least once a month post-course I still house deep feeling for a few of them. Friendship, kinship and even an unfulfilled romantic longing for one particular one of them still exists in my heart. From them I took a more human understanding of film, and the dreams that so many of us secretly (or in these people's case openly) house. Of all the people I have met in this experience these are the people I mostly want to prove myself to. I want to see them succeed and be there next to them, because just knowing that our ties still exist is a wonderful feeling to consider. 

Then we have the class I am currently sharing my days with. Through the process of elimination, along with my private evolution from bumbling insincere film enthusiast to what I would myself refer to as semi-professional film theorist, critic, actor, writer and director I had come to the conclusion that these were the people whom I should find my place with. My mother spoke of finding her place and meeting the friends she still holds dear as she grew up, and I wanted to do the same. Hell, I wanted to beat her to it, and make her be jealous of the partnerships I forged when I finally started my dream. Instead I soon found myself in an environment which was both more stern and seemingly unenthusiastic than anything I could have predicted. We were all different, and expected to different things. That much I expected, but what the still 25-at-the-time Christian didn't forsee was that there would be such a strong will in certain members of the 16-strong class to keep the created products serious and filled with political or social messaging.
Part of me was devastated. My ears were terrible, and I was an emotional maelstrom where the biggest question was if this life truly was worth living, knowing that no matter what, the ringing in my head that caused me to not be able to relax would never vanish? And all I wanted was confirmation. Something to tell me that there was a silver lining. Laughter. Stupidity. I wanted hope.My personality immediately clashed with both these individuals and because of that my own goals as well. I have a tendency to clash with people that fill any sort of architypical extreme. Not because I am necessarily against the agenda or behaviour of said individual as much as I hate extremes. And yes, I am fully aware of how hypocritical that is, considering the fact that I am if anything the most extreme and intense person the people around me have ever known. My personality is however somewhat of a chameleon. I am not bound by an attitude to life, or film, or people, so when my classmates, who as far as I am concerned let their political agendas become their sole item of identification. It's all politics, all the time. Even when referring to film. 

Is film school supposed to be about as fun as this picture? I doubt it...
What I meant by calling myself a social chameleon isn't as much about me being able to adapt myself to topics being discussed by others (a quality I lack and envy those who have), rather I have a tendency to be able to take any conversation and hijack it, leading it back to a topic I can discuss. No what I do is that if I sense a lack of humor and insincerity in the room I will immediately compensate by being the most disrespectful and loud person in the bunch, trying to make the scales even as if insincerity and sincerity were actual elements that can be measured. The same thing occurs if I'm in the opposite situation, where everyone else is acting foolish and no one realizes that there is something to be done. At work I was the latter fairly often. In charge and being expected to laugh along because I was young, which I usually did when someone else was in charge, knowing that there was someone making sure that work got done and could make my collegues to the same. In school I have hardly ever shown this side, because the overly serious seats are already filled by the same few people every day. 

So of course, I became the class clown. Hard to respect, and even harder to take seriously. It... was not what I wanted or expected. But it couldn't be helped, because without the ability to at least partially counteract my classmates I would have never survived. I made friends, to say i didn't would be ridiculous, but when we started getting actual film assignments the teachers felt (and I understand why) that grouping extremes can make for fascinating results. After all passion is better than neautrality and much like with publicity, there is no such thing as bad passion. So for each of the three projects we made during the fall semester I was bundled with at least one of these politically charged people. 
 
However this created an even bigger problem for me. I wasn't completely against the idea of making something devoid of humor, but I could tell that these people were (on our first project one of them even said as much) set on making something that had a message. So there I was, severely depressed and forced to focus for four months of my life on the things that make our world a terrible place, rather than the things that make it great. 

In fact before the break we all had individual talks with our three teachers which let me tell them that I wasn't happy with the tone of the projects I was given which did result in me finally getting to work on something fun that I actually care about, but the impression that these people have left on me is huge.
In fact that is what all of this has been leading to, the change in world view that have given me. I wanted to make movies, that was all, and professionally it still is, but during 2013 I started to think more and more about the possibility of taking a break from this whole thing before it was too late, before I got too involved in anything to get up and leave. The idea of travelling came up. I have several friends who have been away to study, four of which have lived a year in Japan. And whilst I have been jealous of their journeys I also felt that my current situation would not allow it, but now I was desparate. I had actually applied (and gotten accepted) to the first step in Korean at the University of Stockholm, but chose film over that. That, along with my continued delving into the Korean film landscape fueled my curiosity. What if I went to Korea? Or Japan? 

So here I am, at the end of January of 2014, listening to my friends talking about where they are going to apply to, what their hopes for the future are and how they want to get there, and all I can think is: "I need a break from this. I need to see something else, be reminded of the size of this world I want to entertain."
The question remained however, Japan or Korea? Japanese is a language I know people who speak. I know of their cultures, their cities and parts of their history. I've taken a course on Japanese film, seen over a hundred films from Japan and have nearly fifty books by Japanese authors.
Korean is a language I know literally no one who can speak. I know more about their culture than probably anyone else I know, which is essentially nothing in the grand scheme of things and except for the last hundred years of their history I don't have a clue about where the country has come from. I have seen probably around seventy films from South Korea and except for one book called "The Remasculinization of Korean Cinema" the only books on Korea's film industry that I own are books that are both about their cinema along with Japan's. 
 
The knowledge and size of Japanese speaks in its favor. However I have decided to interpret it in the opposite direction instead. I have books on both languages, and will (if nothing gets in my way) eventually learn both these languages, but for now the fact that South Korea is such a harder country to find out anything about to me says that it is the place that needs to be discovered. Book stores here sell books by Kawabata Yasunari, Oe Kenzaburo and Murakami Haruki. On the same shelves they have books by Chinese authors such as Mo Yan, Geling Yan and Amy Tam. Korean authors? Not a single one as far as I could find. 
 
Maybe that is because Korea has no literature worth bringing over (which is a ridiculous notion) or maybe it simply is because Korea is smaller and less exposed to us? And unlike Japan, which I know some things about, Korea I know nearly nothing about. It started with Gangnam Style, that's what pushed me over the edge. One point for Korea. Other K-pop followed, as did more films. The first set of books I ordered were on Korean, not Japanese. Two points to Korea. It was a Korean war vessel that made a stop to comemorate the end of the Korean War last fall, and let us come aboard. Three points to Korea. It was the Korean films that topped my list at the Stockholm International Film Festival later that same fall. Four points to Korea. And as I've already said, it was Korean that my rather severely drunk self decided to learn late on Christmas Eve. Five points for Korea. 
 
Who knows? Maybe I will change my mind of something truly profound will come along and push me in an opposite direction. Maybe I will find a film school which I can't pass up or maybe I'll be dead as a door nail by the time the autumn comes around again, but that is where I stand as of now. This blog, along with videos I am shooting mostly for my own sake is going to chronicle my future experiences. From learning the language, to what will hopefully be a long journey. I apologize for this entry (which is like most of those I will probably end up writing) far longer than I first thought it would be, but I felt this introductory segment needed to establish essentially everything I think is important about the situation and challenges ahead.
These next few months will probably be rather uneventful, at least from this perspective, but I'll also try and talk about my taste in movies, maybe review some of the movies I see and maybe try and recommend some movies since I feel a lot of people sadly don't give foreign films a chance.
But that is a topic for another day. Thanks for reading, and I hope this whole thing is worth both our times!