Before Burning, there was Peppermint Candy. It can rightfully be marked as a postmodern tragedy, a cathartic saga of the Sisyphean curse. A movie so deeply enrooted in reality, yet often it catches the viewers off-guard, as it silently sneaks into the realm of magic realism. The movie depicts the crisis of modern Korea, dictatorship, the brutality of the state machinery, student uprising, capitalism, and above all the plight of a man amid this all. It is grotesque, but there…
A movie so bizarre, complex, layered and beautiful at the same time. I think the true essence of this movie lies in the subtleties. For instance, Fukahara trying to close the door, but unable to do so, or Takemura staring at a tube of chutney, trying to waste it, or trailing a strange person on the street, finding a father figure in Fukahara or dreaming a happy life with that makeshift family. All these simple acts shed light upon the deeper folds of the soul.