Directing
A has-been rap star and his old fan accidentally ride the Ferris Wheel together in an amusement park.
Six years ago, the wife of a de facto marriage went missing in Hamyang after a bus accident. Her husband visits after hearing a tip that she has registered her marriage with another man. She is unable to remember the past. The man asks her current husband to visit Okcheon with her. She recalls a memory of where she lived with the man a long time ago.
Tae-hoon and Mi-jung are both eighteen and in love. During winter break they go to the beach to celebrate their 100 days together as a couple. But once they come back from their trip, they are forced by their parents to never see each other until they become college students. Mi-jung begins to avoid Tae-hoon afterwards. And Tae-hoon begins to wander around Mi-jung. Winter turns to spring, and Tae-hoon and Mi-jung both turn nineteen.
Turkish Hotel: A man without a single testicle and a woman wearing an electronic anklet spend their first night on their honeymoon. Basic Class Jisoo: The story of a woman whose goal is to learn how to float and a swimming instructor who is too lazy to teach. I Have a Question: Two part-timers sit in the back alley during their break and chat. I Saw a Pebble: A man waiting for a woman in front of his house meets a little kid who appears to be the woman's younger sibling.
The insurance salesman I met at the church knows too much about him and her.
He likes the girl he met for a second-hand bike trade.
A man walks into a foreign neighborhood to look for a house. Then, the drastic summarization of the story and time will confuse the audience at first, but it brings suspense and a deeply lingering impression to the story. There is more that is unseen than visible. This intentional void prompts various emotional interpretations. During that time, what sort of moments and stories did the man and the house share? Since the guessing is left to the audience, we are left to remember, not the man’s, but our own personal memories. Hanyang villa or whatever else, that’s what houses do – they are where our memories dwell.
