Diary entries forThe Day He Arrives
The Day He Arrives
84/100 I love films where people just talk about shit. It allows me to think, I find that random conversations can leave me thinking for days. Adding meaning to things can seem pointless but that is the way of life. Days repeat but it’s the small things that differentiate them from each other. Going to be watching a lot of Hong Sang-soo’s work and this was really good. My type of films are just moments between characters.
The Day He Arrives
“용기있는 남자가 미인을 얻는다.” 홍 motifs cranked up to a 10 with the usual circlings to channel past love, current love, and mere desire to override the small Korean man of the early 2000s. Coincidences run loose here, and does so with such slack that the film presents itself as a little lackluster, but funny. 준상 portrays the perfect 홍 man with his disheveled hair and hushed aftershave, tidied well in a rumpled white shirt and sweater vest. If this was in color, the whole film would collapse on itself. Because it is in black and white does it offer itself up to the hazy sweetness of nostalgia. Thinking of your ex, reading her texts as they flood in, and too drunk to really think about anything but the present. The past chases us, makes us commit to our old tricks, and it’s up to our noble and novel romances do we let moonlight and snowfall make everything feel like magic. “당신이 어떻게 변하는지 쭉 쳐다보고 있을 거예요.”
