Yes, I Saw Joker
Joon-ho Bong has done one better.
Parasite is among the few films that can truly be described as a flawed masterpiece.
And I’m not sure if it’s on purpose or not.
Right off, Parasite not a perfect movie.
It’s a great thriller from the South Korean Kubrick with a lot of genuine human touch pieces and a couple of good reveals.
But there are some serious issues in the third act and the denouement that made me literally throw shit because they could have been so easily solved.
It’s almost as if Bong fucked this up on purpose because the alternative would have been a more terrifyingly instructive jihadi tape than Joker.
Thinking about the movie again, I believe I almost believe this.
We Are Bugs
Parasite begins as one of the most incredible studies of human behavior that we have ever seen on film. It’s entomological.
Bong distills both the eye and ethos of Zatoichi into a demented nuclear family.
It’s so entertaining that you will just wish for two hours of it. The situations Bong places his characters into are endlessly fresh and invigorating to the audience.
Giving anything else away would be to ruin your pleasure in seeing it.
Stanley Kubrick is the acknowledged master of film because he could place the viewer into a mental state of his making and then deliver a lesson so profound as to be shocking.
So shocking that it stays with you. It changes you.
Bong is also a master of the form — and I make no hyperbolic comparison with Kubrick, this dude is legit. He creates real worlds.
But he also comes off as a singularly Christian, even Catholic, filmmaker, focused on concepts of resurrection and redemption even when the story calls out for another direction.
I’m not sure he cares about the message much beyond that.
Or perhaps the message is this…
Bong invites us into his ant farm of morality by making everything easy, accessible, fun.
No one is the bad person… because no one has to see anyone else pay the price.
How aware are we of what we do in the world? Is there a hidden thing that we affect?
When we reach out for our benefit, is there someone else we don’t see who is damaged?
What can we live with?
Are you the only prisoner of your conscience?
But what if other people saw what we did?
Knowing you were observed, what would you do?
Knowing people saw your prior bad acts, how hard would it be to commit new ones?
Where would you be safe?
It’s A Cocoon
When do you become “evil?”
To yourself? To others?
Now you have to decide: did you make the change?
You’re different because of the glass, but did the glass change you or reveal you?
So, you’re an evil person. But you still have a family to support, don’t you?
You tell me.