sympathy for lady vengeance (chan wook park)
carve wings out of your shoulder blades, tickle your toes with a butcher knife, swallow your cigarette and speak in smoke, ask anyone you see, “what... would you do if... but... how...?!” but no words will come out, this movie is like getting lost in a tunnel built like a kiss, there’s no light at the end, no road out, but no reason to leave.
or maybe i just have a sick sense of humor.
(this movie is supposed to be the last chapter of the director's "revenge trilogy," which includes "sympathy for mr. vengeance" and "oldboy," and they're all ... fucking crazy...)