Gojitmal

Back in like 2000 Zoe recommended this Korean movie to me, "Lies" it was called. I picked it up one night while visiting my mom. I spent most of the film staring in a sort of intrigued, tickled and horrified trance, coming-to every once in a while to lower the volume in flushed embarrassment. I remember having the impression that it was over the top - the passion too desperate, the sex scenes so long that they became exhausting - but I liked it, and have wanted to watch it again ever since.

Well, come to find out that right around the corner at Bloomsburg VideoStop, Gojitmal/Lies sits innocently on the shelf in the foreign section, where, because it has subtitles, no one would guess that it actually belongs in the pornography section. I scooped it right up, wondering if it had only been the fireworks of the early twenties that had made me like it before - would I find it distasteful, offensive, crass, pathetic? I remembered certain scenes that had given me a nervous, slightly shocked feeling, and I was pleased to discover that I didn't have any of that the second time around. Everything they did just seemed natural and full of tender passion and human experience. I think I understand the characters better than before, and maybe just having seen it before took some of the surprise out of it. Maybe you'd like to give it a try.