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Jordan Smith’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
Interestingly enough, this reminded me of Brick. Where that film grafted superficial noir requisites onto a high school milieu, Burning uses high school as the far-off yet lingering memory that noir characters spend their lives running from but can't stop thinking about. (The "past" in Out of the Past, if you will.) This is more noir in the evocative sense. It has that wonderfully disorienting sensation of only knowing the characters at this point in their lives, this specific context. And I think what makes this film so slippery is that the plotting and particulars can come across schematic or simple (Ben's sleek Porsche versus Jong-su's dumpy truck, for example) while the emotions remain obscure. That's why the ending is so primal: stick a knife in someone's guts and they’ll scream.