Im Sang-soo's The Housemaid
comes teasingly close to adequate pulp, but by around the halfway point, I lost my patience with it. It's not a bad movie so much as an overweening and frankly annoying one, which is not a critical vocabulary I really like to privilege, but there you are. I'm a little worried that this sense of annoyance hangs too heavily over the full review
I'm now posting, possibly because I started the review a week ago, the day I saw The Housemaid
, and am finishing it now as a way to tie off a loose end, not because it's anywhere close to the group of movies I'm feeling most eager to write about at present. Especially
. So, I'll try to get to more of those this week.
Meanwhile, if you saw more in Im Sang-soo's stylistically showy sudser than I dida worthier, high-gloss retread of inherited material than Egoyan's Chloe
was, but tacky and desperate enough, by the end, to call the comparison to mindI hope you'll let me know in the comments.
Labels: Cannes, CIFF10, International, South Korea