Life, Once Again!

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The old man sits on a pile of paper. I placed a thick cardboard underneath and wrapped it in a thin paper box, a milk glove, and a book with a torn cover and called a rope. As the paper tower rises, the old man's grip ball deepens, either as an assistant or as a scar.

No background music. The only thing that comes out of the speaker is the thin, sharp sound of the old man scratching his neck and the paper touching, and the occasional sound of the car passing by. I watched the statically swept screen with my breath. It is a peaceful lifestyle, but there is a constant tension that requires a deep breath.

The film will soon be destroyed. I can get that feeling on the screen even if I don't have a dictionary about the movie The chain of paper towers that had been piled up was crumbling, squeaking without sound stopped for a moment, and even the noise from the surroundings seemed to be completely eliminated, leaving the elderly alone in the movie world. The absolute solitude makes the viewer uneasy.

“Whew.”

You hear breathing sounds next to you. The sound of breathing that was hard to catch comes out of your lips because you don't even know it. You turn your head slightly and look at the other person. He was immersed with his gaze fixed on the screen. Halfway across the room, my stubborn lips told me how much the colonists fell in love with the film.

Screen switched. Eugene in uniform appears. Sitting on the couch eating fruit, Suyeon opens the door after a while. They looked like sisters. I don't see him frowning at the leading site. After the harmonious sister appeared on the screen, Ju-hyun, the wife of the second son, appeared. Juhyun and Suyeon, who were no different from An-Sook, chat with each other, calling the name "mother and daughter." It's strange, but money is also scary.

The sequel of the second son's role puts weekend family planning in his mouth. It's an unbeatably peaceful family. Daughters are a little bit grumpy, but respect their parents, and parents treat them with love. An ideal family landscape. It was a short scene, but it was enough time for the audience to understand how much that family cared for each other.

From a cozy screen with a light orange glow, the scene suddenly switches to a dull gray. I woke up with a fierce cough from an old man lying on a thin blanket. The gentle melody disappeared. The only thing that was replenishing the theater was the sound of the old man's cough and the white noise from the speaker itself after the cough stopped.

The camera captures the old man's back, which leads to his old body. It captures an elderly man walking around in a dim, sunless basement kitchen. The old man sits on the floor several times. The only thing on the decayed hexagonal cushion table is soup that looks stiff because of its lively, unsightly soup, and its disposable seasoning. The camera angles Bob and the dinner on the table explicitly.

The old man picks up a spoon. The gap created by the table of grim old people and the table of the family that was with their children was truly miserable. On the cupboard above the elderly man's head, who was eating with a dry cough, there was a sad picture of him with his children, a faded corner.

Every time the old man tried to chew the food, the floor felt more discomfort. As the fraud bowl and spoon collided, the sound of tinting, repeated several times, darkened the screen.

An elderly man crouching, changing the screen. There are loads pouring out. The old man took a rusty bike out into the streets in a rainstorm. An old man stumbled into the shop, carrying a heavy piece of paper in the rain that must have weighed an increase. After several hesitations, I bought Castera and milk, which I had looked at several times. Sitting at the end of the rainy horse, dip the castella in a duffel bag, which is torn from side to side, and then put it in your mouth. Chewing the well and gazing at the rainy sky, the old man smiles happily.

As the floor watched the scene, a ridiculous smile appeared. The sad and sad scene, with a smile from the elderly, comes a little romantic. It was the emotional transmission of the actor beyond the darkness of the scene. The old man, who was eating a casserole soaked in milk, was really happy at that moment.

“Let's get some bread and milk on the way. ”

The colony said:

The old man's lonely life began at dusk. The old man often bragged about his children by catching a friend he met on the street. The first son goes to a good job, the second son is a good businessman, and the third son will soon be a teacher.

A word flies through the old man's ear as he laughs.

- But did they ask you how you were?

After that, the old man's daily life is painted, but the old man's expression is not as energetic as before. An old man who was seeking happiness by eating a casserole soaked in milk now eats it like sand. An old man stood up on an empty milk glove, went home, changed his coat on Juju Island, and headed somewhere. After getting off the rattling town bus, he wanders around the busy subway and enters a tidy residential neighborhood.

From that moment on, the film began to produce a tremendous sense of speed. The elderly man who heard the quarrel with his first son and the black words in his mouth comes to him with difficulty, thinking about the two remaining children. But coming back soon was the second thing that said it would be hard to support, and the third thing that insisted on asking for death benefit. The mild-mannered daughters-in-law looked at the old man like a worm, and the old man's gaze flooded the streets. An old man who can't even think of returning home and wanders around the alleyway without knowing it, falls into the streets.

The floor knew the streets too well. The pressure of walking in front of the commander, carrying the payment documents, overwhelmed him. As the old man on the bench crouched, the boys walking from the other side were caught on the screen. As the children who were strung out like extras stand in front of the elderly, the focus is focused.

His face was on the screen, and the moment he saw it, the floor felt strange. Her face and her voice on both sides are full of overwhelming sized screens that cannot be compared to TV's brown tube. I can see the face of the footprint next to it.

The only line of dialogue that I had been holding for a long time passed. On the screen, I turn my back on the old man and go away. It was short, but it was on the same screen as the old man. It shook my body with joy and regret as to why I did not do better. I also felt sorry that the breathtaking tension that the senior citizen had drawn so far was caused by a line of decent dialogue about him. I couldn't do better in the field, and I did the best I could, but my acting in the audience was not only the best. The air flow of emotion that must be constantly connected between the cut and the cut seems to dissipate. I wish I could just edit it and show it all.

“Well done. It's too natural to feel bad about it. ”

The colony said:

That was a good performance? It was an unreasonable word. The floor is a little angry and, furthermore, sounds ridiculed by the crowd. But I realized that I wasn't going to be a friend soon, and that I was becoming sensitive.

“It was okay?”

I quietly asked. The colonel replied, “I didn't mean to be nice, I really did." Whether to like it or cry. The floor looked at the screen with a complex heart.

I was wondering if I could concentrate on the movie with a bad heart, for a moment. From the moment the old man returned home and took out the rusty ledge, the floor cleared the corner of his head with the sadness of the smoke I had just thought of, and the apology for the people on the ground.

The old man's expression did not change. I was neither excited nor angry that I was abandoned. The old man who stood up after eating cold water repeated what he had done every day. Pick up scrap paper, build paper towers, and bring it to the scrap metal. After finishing his work, the old man leaves his bike at home and boards the village bus. The old man's gaze was not confused, looking out the wobbly car window. Rather, it was clear and clear.

- Teaching big dogs to feed my life didn't go so well.

Looking out the window, the old man relaxed. Close-up of the old man's grip. After that, the screen changed. The third son came out. The groundskeeper enters the house and changes his clothes, opening the door to the doorbell. Standing outside was the old man smiling.

- Dad, have you thought about the insurance name?

Frightened by the end of the first word of the root, the old man wielded the long sword behind him. With a thud, I staggered back to my roots. I was hit by a sword, but not by a fatal wound.

The old man rushes in with a sound of boiling sputum, and the fallen third son kicks screaming at his father. The fight was not as intense as the action movies. The angle did not change chaotically. Long-take there. The struggle between a strong son and an aging father was ridiculous and dismal. Swinging and flirting. There was no clean kill. What I saw on the screen was the wrangling of evil men.

An elderly man wields his sword and stabs his son in the back of the foot. The old man, who was looking down at his son's head, groaning and leaning down, swung his head. Blood is spilling, but not so much. Seeing his son, the old man breathed and ran straight to the bathroom. I hear the disturbing sound of vomiting.

In that scene, the floor frowned unknowingly. It was cruel not to show corpses aggressively, nor to show large amounts of blood, but because the information provided was limited.

The old man comes with a sack. A dead body is placed in a sack that needs to be filled with plastic. The old man snarls and drags the corpse out. People pass by the old man, but everyone is indifferent. An old man and a dead body traverse the crowded streets.

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When the ending credit came up after the movie, the floor slapped the shoulders of the crowd. 2: 20 a.m. An employee opened the exit and came inside yawning small. Sitting guests get up from their seats. He comes out mixed in with fewer than ten.

The spooky air surrounds the body and passes by.

"Well done, well done. No, I think it's more than that."

The colony says, nodding at the floor. The essence of the novel that I read several times was contained in the film. Some scenes changed, but the important flow remained the same. I would have been able to edit the script because I brought the original author along.

"But I don't want to see it twice."

He was a stirring head. I didn't want to see the floor again either. It was enough movies for one time. Blind spot in a bad movie.

"You're late. Let's go down first."

"Huh."

The sound of two people's footsteps spreads through the quiet hall.

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Snow!

Get lots of new clothes!

Don't take so much money off your belly!

Get lots of people to answer for!

Eat a lot of cake soup!

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. I write thanks to you.

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