Chapter 576
Why can’t drama directors cross over into film?
When you thought about it, the reason was simple.
A person specialized in carrying a story for a minimum of sixteen hours and a maximum of forty-eight hours had no choice but to be kind when explaining things.
Conveniently delivering emotions and narratives through dialogue.
That was how a drama director commanded a work.
Then what about film directors?
Only by explaining through not explaining could one be acknowledged as a true filmmaker.
Completing a narrative within two hours without explanation.
That was the essence and nature of film.
And O Seonyul was a film director.
[DramaMovieActor TALK/ Are they insane? I’m sobbing... TT_TT]
[DramaMovieActor TALK/ Lee Jeongmin’s acting was so chillingly desperate that I just understand everything]
[DramaMovieActor TALK/ Do Gyeoul crying is so pitiful T_T]
[DramaMovieActor TALK/ I seriously never thought the words “please kill me” would come out there..]
She made every single episode of like a film.
She poured effort into each scene and gave strength to the lighting.
Every single line of dialogue was the essence of that character, and she did not create even one second where the audience could afford to loosen their focus.
The scene where Yoo Yeonji hugged Lee Jeongmin and cried was directed especially aesthetically, and that scene was so famous that it would not be an exaggeration to say most of humanity knew it.
-No but it’s literally just Pietà;;
-I thought the same thing.. T_T The sacred atmosphere makes it even more chilling
-It seemed intentional, I saw it as Pietà too
O Seonyul’s intention in homaging a work of art that contained sorrow, grief, awe, and compassion poured a halo effect directly onto Yoo Yeonji.
The scene itself had been filmed too beautifully, and it left viewers with an extraordinary heaviness in their hearts.
“Wow!”
And this scene stirred an even greater response in the Western sphere, including America.
Marcus was so moved that he shot up from his seat.
“Krrr...”
He clutched his swelling heart.
He could not pull himself out of his overimmersion at all.
Like a swamp.
He had been scared, tense, furious, frustrated, sad, and now he was truly trembling with awe.
All viewers, including Marcus, instantly fell for the character of Yoo Yeonji.
Because Yoo Yeonji, who had inherited all of Lee Jeongmin’s spirit of sacrifice and suffering, became as painfully dear to viewers as On Jihwa.
That was how great the price of Lee Jeongmin’s life was.
-Please, Yeonji, don’t die TT_____TT
-Yeonji really has to live
-Fuck, Yeonji, get on the helicopter T_T
As if she were a work carefully carved by O Seonyul, the character of Yoo Yeonji herself was received by viewers as a piece of art.
At present, every central axis character in left a powerful impression on viewers.
On Jihwa was made to feel like a fragile existence because of the unexpected variable of her death, while Kim Kangil, conversely, was given a narrative where he had to go back in order to protect that fragile existence.
Lastly, Yoo Yeonji was another incarnation of Lee Jeongmin, whom the viewers had desperately wished would escape this place the entire time.
So when the security team and soldier who had come with her for cover abandoned Yeonji and ran away on their own, the immersion directed toward her grew even stronger.
Left alone, Yoo Yeonji once again used Lee Jeongmin’s phone to create noise.
A small, delicate rookie nurse trembling all over.
A face covered in wounds because she kept biting her lips out of fear.
With the eyes unique to a rookie who still seemed like a child, Do Gyeoul ultimately returned with the medicine.
The death of someone precious, the only person carrying out the last wish of a victim, the spirit of trying to care for the weak despite fear, and a face still young and childlike.
The sight of a hero who finally saved a child on the verge of dying was somehow clumsy.
-TT___TT Hyeonmok survived
-Look at those sons of bitches running away and leaving one woman behind LMAO
-Ah, just let Kangil, Jihwa, and Yeonji survive and send them out with Hyeonmok
-How are they supposed to escape without a pilot T_T
-Hyeonmok, you still haven’t gotten your helicopter license?
-This is child abuse, fuck LMAOOO
-TT_TT My heart hurts so much
And that, on the contrary, made viewers’ hearts ache.
It was the moment Yoo Yeonji’s character shone.
* * *
“Hyeonmok! Are you awake? It’s Dad. Dad...”
With the medicine exchanged for Lee Jeongmin’s life, Hyeonmok barely regained consciousness.
Everyone inside the auditorium had different looks in their eyes.
Some thought of Hyeonmok as an impurity who would inevitably interfere with their escape.
Some thought of a younger sister his age whom they still could not contact.
Some looked at Hyeonmok's father and overlapped him with their own mother.
“Then let’s go now.”
The two-star general seemed to have finished making his plan in the meantime.
“Even if data won’t turn on, short-range communication is still possible. And there is a small space here.”
Inside the auditorium.
There was a control room that operated the lighting and speakers on the stage.
“They’re sensitive to noise, so let’s draw every last one of them here.”
-Ha, I’m shaking so hard
-TT_TT Ah please
-Fuck, the sun is coming up, guys
-You’re really making us stay up all night in the end...
Clunk.
The sound of the main auditorium’s lock being released rang out.
Beeeeep.
The sound of the microphone turning on followed.
Everyone inside had gathered while staring at the small window near the upper part of the wall, barely breathing.
And a moment later.
Myeong Jeha lifted his wrist.
On the lock screen of his smartwatch was a photo taken with his younger sibling.
Myeong Jeha entered the gallery and pressed a video of his sibling singing.
-Happy birthday to you~.
The voice of his younger sibling singing a birthday song for their older brother blared from the speaker with the volume set to maximum.
Bang-!
“Krrk, krr...rk...!”
“Kyaaaaaak-!”
The door opened, and the infected began running in like mad.
Hyeonmok's father covered the boy’s mouth while holding him in his arms.
A soldier stepped on another soldier’s shoulder and carefully escaped first, then received the next person.
-To my beloved older brother~.
The innocent voice of a child, completely unsuited to the situation, rang out loudly.
The two-star general raised his index finger to his lips, signaling for silence, then pointed upward.
It meant they should move to the upper floor.
In the corridor, infected from other floors who had heard the sound were running around busily.
“Hngh...”
A soldier broke out in a cold sweat.
Slowly, slowly, everyone came out and was about to move.
That was when it happened.
“Achoo!”
One of the security guards sneezed.
-Ah, fuck!!!
-Insane
-😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
-Pleas don’t do thiiiiis
-I’m going crazy
The latter half of was like seeing Verdi’s Requiem, which speaks of the Day of Wrath, with one’s eyes.
The performance of the orchestra conducted by O Seonyul truly swept everything away.
One security guard fell behind.
One soldier fell behind after slipping because of the sprinklers that suddenly went off.
The head of security dropped the stun gun on the floor during a fierce battle with the infected.
Thanks to that, the infected were electrocuted through the water pooled on the floor.
At just the right moment, the sound of rain poured down outside the window.
“Hoo...”
“Haa, hngh... auu...”
“Daddy...”
“Shh. It’s okay.”
The survivors who barely managed to move to the empty VIP special ward on the eleventh floor finally caught their breath.
There were, of course, infected here too, but fortunately, they were not as numerous as on the lower floors.
It was because they were a small elite group.
“Lightning will strike soon...”
The fire captain pilot said.
If the weather worsened any more than this, they would not be able to fly the helicopter.
“We still have to get out.”
The two-star general did not bend his firm will.
One soldier asked,
“Then where should the helicopter land?”
At those words, the two-star general groaned quietly.
Because their destination had not yet been decided.
* * *
“Ah, fuck, it’s raining?”
Dangerous music played.
A group of gangsters and a funeral hall worker were shown in what looked like a break room.
The gangsters, stuffing snacks into their mouths, giggled.
“It’s kind of like when the sprinklers went off.”
“You son of a bitch. What’re you grinning for?”
“Since the hospital’s new, it’s fucking sensitive to cigarette smoke.”
“My clothes got soaked because of you.”
“Hyungnim, be honest, you wanted one too. You lit up with me!”
They seemed to have become used to the situation at some point.
The tension they had felt in the beginning seemed to have loosened.
Which meant—
“Ugh, damn, this is rough...”
It meant they could watch people die and feel nothing.
“By the way, you heard that scream earlier, right?”
“Yeah. Seems like there are more living people than I thought.”
“Should we join up with them?”
“What for?”
“We could use them as meat shields, if nothing else. This and that.”
As the funeral hall worker watched their faces, the gangster who seemed to be the leader smiled broadly.
“Aren’t we comrades-in-arms?”
“Pardon?”
“We came all the way up together from the mess on the first floor, so I’ll be disappointed if you get scared.”
“Ah, yes, yes. I truly appreciate your help.”
“Okay. We’re going together until the end, so don’t worry. I’m just saying I have no intention of taking care of whining civilians.”
-So fucking scary
-It feels like something’s gonna happen TT__TT
-Why won’t they show what floor these guys are on?
-Ha.. I’m going insane
-Seomun Ihwa really kills without holding back, so I’m terrified. Jihwa, Kangil, and Yeonji absolutely can’t die
* * *
The Planning Office Director, moving alone, still had not lost communication.
He searched for live footage from America on Intube.
“...”
Several streaming screens were open on his phone, and New York City was already in chaos because of the infected.
[Error]
The video cannot be found
The video was deleted in an instant.
* * *
“Your Excellency.”
The president, who had entered the underground bunker, was receiving a situation report.
At the center of the large screen filling the front wall of the situation room, the current situation in Seoul’s major downtown areas was being broadcast live.
The current time was 7 p.m.
More than an hour had already passed since the incident broke out.
And yet there was not even a hint that things were calming down.
“The entire area around Hyehwa-dong, Jongno District, has been paralyzed. Unfortunately, it happened right at rush hour...”
Seoul’s floating population during rush hour reaches its highest between 5 p.m. and 7 p.m.
It is especially concentrated in major business districts such as Gangnam, Yeouido, and Gwanghwamun.
The average clock-out times in major business districts are 6:30 p.m. in Gangnam, 6:22 p.m. in Yeouido, and 6:27 p.m. in Gwanghwamun.
Line 2, passing through Gangnam, Yeoksam, and Seolleung between 5 and 8 p.m.
The express Line 9, cutting across Gimpo Airport, Yeouido, Noryangjin, Express Bus Terminal, and Seokchon.
The level of congestion was beyond words.
“What’s Seoul’s floating population during rush hour again?”
The president barely managed to open his mouth.
And what they had to report to him was—
“...Approximately ten to eleven million people.”
About one-fifth of Korea’s population.
It was truly an enormous number.
The fear brought by that overwhelming number could not be fully expressed in words.