The End of Violence
By now, for masses of believers in mad Korean pulp as it has been epitomized by Park Chanwook's Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance and Oldboy, the blood-on-alabaster montage behind the credits of Park's new Lady Vengeance portends a familiar dynamic. Park's films generally take his movie culture's yen for emotional meth and triple the dose; we know there will be no half measures, no dramatic gasoline unignited, nothing short of horrified respect for the costs of suffering, cruelty, memory, and rage. Ostensibly the capper to Park's "vengeance" trilogya designation that, perhaps dubiously, suggests he'll now begin making films about other things Lady Vengeance is his most sullen and patient film, and yet it's breathless pop filmmaking, narratively mercurial, viscerally traumatic, and thematically infernal.
Park does run the risk of repeating himself: Here, the template of long-term retribution used by the churlish villain in Oldboy is handed to the heroine, Geum-ja (Lee Yeong-ae), who after serving 13 years for the killing of a little boy is released from prison. She insists she did it, and in a flashback to her trial, even re-enacts the crime for the police and TV cameras. But, we eventually learn, a grumpy cop (Nam Il-woo) doesn't believe her, and it's clear from her stony demeanor ("You've changed!" everyone says, perturbed) that the woman is ready for the long knives. But we have to wait: Crowding out the crime's details in the film's first jigsaw half are Geum-ja's experiences in prison, where she wins over a score of fellow inmates, donating a kidney to one and poisoning a dyke bully for the sake of another.
Pieced together in overlapping patches covering roughly two decades, the clockwork of Park's story (co-written with first-timer Jeong Seo-gyeong) is often difficult to trace as you watch. But soon enough Geum-ja's frosty post-prison intentions come to light, revealing her preythe kindergarten teacher actually responsible for the murder, played by Oldboy's unforgettable Choi Min-sikand the methodical scope of her payback plan, which utilizes each of her cultivated jailbird cohorts. As much as Lady Vengeance spins around its implacable protagonist like a rabid dog on a rope, the film becomes in its last, galling act an unlikely but stunning ensemble piece: Members from several murdered children's families are gathered for a concentrated act of mourning, a debate about responsibility, a protracted execution (in raincoats and by blade, pipe, axe, scissor, and who knows what else), a slice of birthday cake, and a taste of the afterlife.
There's also the matter of Geum-ja's daughter, wrested from her, settled with adoptive Australian parents, and quasi- kidnapped again. Park is less interested this time in submitting us to the chop shop (no tongues are cut, for instance) than having us pick over prairie justice, even collectively enacted, and consider the mechanics of hatred. Even the catalytic murder of the boy is short-shrifted amid the flashbackswe're denied the same primal satisfaction in righteous bloodshed that David Cronenberg made such farce of in A History of Violence. Killing bad guys for the sake of the American family is like shooting a duck in a political barrel; in Park's realm, violence is a personalized toxifying plume that spreads from perp to victim to survivor and avenging angel.
But perhaps it's political as wellPark has said in interviews that his quandaries of guilt, anger, and conscience were born during his youth under dictatorship, when friends were dragged off and executed while others, like him, stood by. For now, his films come with a blood-rusted badge of validity and burn with regret.
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