I'll always remember those people and places that introduced me to films.
I guess the pain became my friend. I coped with it for too long. So leaving it behind felt like I was parting ways with myself from the past.
It started to sound like a healing drama but didn't dig deep into the gritty parts. Still, there are tender moments and small wins in every episode. In the midst of struggle, I'm rooting for Nam Soo-hyun. I'd rather see his personal growth and interaction with others than watch the romance…
I'm here appreciating the craft, secondhand books, old records and varieties of umbrella. A touch of melancholy and longing in a film feels like characters existing in a Wong Kar-wai universe but Cho Jin-mo made it his own through classic korean sentimental tone.
PS: I'm also waiting for the rain because I like the sound of pitter-patter while sleeping.
There's always a charm in watching Zhang Lu's films. We perceive what our minds want us to believe, that there's a certain familiarity in tangible things we couldn't even grasp. Fukuoka felt like one of those dreams that I can't fully comprehend after I woke up, yet I find it beguiling.