Wasn’t Bong Joon-ho
described as the Korean Spielberg at one time? That sounds about right. But
maybe with a little bit more of an edge (and more violence and sex). I’ve never
liked Spielberg. For me his name has the connotation of technical proficiency, white
suburban families, and an imagination reduced to narratives that play it safe.
Recently someone asked me what my favorite Spielberg movie was and I said 1941¹.
Bong is a similar case because even his
best film, The Host (2006, Bong
Joon-ho), doesn’t really do it for me. Yes, it’s visually inventive and
wonderfully immersive in its own world. And yes, its characters have realistic
qualities that make me care about their family, especially Song Kang-ho. But so
what. Beyond pointing to strengths or weaknesses, the only reason I watch
movies and write about them is because I’m in search of the best films—my favorites.
And I doubt Bong or Spielberg will ever make a film that I fall in love with.
Bong has been an interesting case to
study. He belongs on my list of best directors of the twenty-first century,
even if it’s at the bottom. And speaking of Korean directors, that list should
also include Kim Ki-duk. I haven’t bothered googling the subject, but my preliminary
efforts seem to result in:
·
Joseph Kahn
·
Charlie Kaufman
·
Michel Gondry
·
Apichatpong Weerasethakul
·
Steve McQueen
·
Carlos Reygadas
·
Kim Ki-duk
·
Bong Joon-ho
·
Jonas Åkerlund
I’ve gotta be missing someone.
Parasite
(2019, Bong) is one of those movies that seem to have it all. It’s original. It
has a message, which seems similar to what Us
(2019, Jordan Peele) is trying to tell us, but executed in a more subtle and
resonant way. And we get a family with a patriarch played by Song Kang-ho that
drives the narrative, and compellingly provide a nuanced portrait that is both
sublime and devastatingly earnest. Also it won the Palme d’Or this year.
As much of an aversion as I have to films
with a message, Parasite gets it
right. Also I can’t recall the last time I found myself surrendering to a film
dealing so prominently with cellphones, social media, and other technological
features of the modern age I usually go to the movies to get away from. But
what really hooked me into Parasite
is its moral ambiguity, and depiction of lying as casual common practice and
the rehearsed performances that arise out of a result of this.
As a confessed auteur snob I was excited
to see Bong return to making a Korean film, but also elated to discover how
well Parasite fits in his body of
work. Specifically, Parasite embodies
Bong’s talent for defying audience expectations. And this isn’t just about plot
points. It’s also the tone, which is probably what really sets his vision
apart. Bong always parcels out bits of morality and circumstance that keep you
reevaluating how you relate to his characters, what you would do in their
place, and finally, where these new revelations mean the plot’s heading.
Then in a more general way, there’s his
rain trademark. At the very least I know rainstorms play a huge part in set
pieces in Memories of Murder (2003,
Bong) and The Host. But Parasite out does any of his previous
efforts in this regard. I’ll just say the rainstorm in Parasite occurs right when Bong’s got you trapped in his web and
then he hits you with an onslaught of provocative, genre storytelling that
shapes the film into its final form. Aside from that there’s also a funny bit
that involves a cellphone with a slo-mo camera, a homeless man urinating, a
water bottle, and a bucket full of water. Yes, Parasite is probably one of the best movies I’ve seen this year.
Bong is also an expert at foreshadowing as
a narrative tool. Maybe foreshadowing isn’t the right word for what I’m trying
to say here, but it’s more like when he plants a seed and then gets the most
out of it he can while the story unfolds. In Parasite for example, consider the rich mother buying her son an
Indian arrow. The first time KI-WOO (Choi Woo-sik) enters the Namgoong-designed
house, we see the rubber suction cup-tipped arrow stuck high up in the wall as the
housekeeper removes it. What at first seems insignificant is developed into
gargantuan: the teepee, the headdresses, the motif of playing make-believe but
I don’t want to spell it out here so as to avoid spoilers.
In closing, Parasite is powerful, defies genre categorization, exceeds at
clever, intricately plotted storytelling that produces a range of effects in
the results of its unraveling; and finds director Bong at the height of his
talents. And like The Host the title’s
meaning is elusive even after you’ve seen the movie, but in a good way. As a
devout fan of the importance of family in filmmaking, Parasite proves a miracle in the truths it embellishes and the ways
it leaves you to understand your own definition of the word.
¹From a historic point
of view I think 1941 (1979,
Spielberg) is fun because it stands along with Apocalypse Now (1979, Francis Coppola) and Heaven’s Gate (1980, Michael Cimino) as these giant movies greenlit
because of the status of their auteur directors and remain monuments of excessive
budgets, length, and scope, yet still somehow work and don’t deserve the stigma
that’s followed them. But also I think 1941
might be Spielberg’s only comedy? And I really do think it’s funny.
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