Life, Once Again!

“I never showed the original edition to anyone else, but I wanted to show it to this person. ”

Lee Jun-min sat on the chair according to Jungjin's handgesture. Three days ago, I received a text from Director Park asking me to come to the studio in Seoul with greetings. It's been 20 years since I've known her, but I've never received a text to greet her. I realized that the goal of the three emotions was quite shallow. The shadow of Jeonghae, which had been cast in the dark, is turning into a memory that can be restored from the place where it cannot be lifted up in the mouth.

Joon-min looked at the tape piled up next to the monitor. Numbers were engraved in sequence.

“Beta tape. It's a world solved with clouds and CDs, but it's sad if you don't have one. ”

“I think I know how you feel. ”

The man who said he was the editor moved out. It was Director Park who caught the mouse.

“Mixing and D.I. still have a lot to deal with, but it doesn't interfere with the video. No, it might be better not to touch it. ”

Director Park clicked the mouse a few times. The closed editing room door opens and the editor pushes his face in. I thought you said you were done.

“Let's go.”

I left the editing room and went right through the door. It was a little theater. Fifteen chairs. The light from the projector was illuminating the screen. Joon-min sat down in a chair. Director Park turned off the lights after a short conversation with the editor. White noise from the speakers tickles your ears.

“It won't be long. After I see it, I go to lunch. There's a house around here that specializes in ribs. ”

The movie started horribly at the end of Director Park's words. I heard the description beforehand. The white snow is the setting for the film's damage. Joon-min twisted his legs and focused on the screen. I read the script, so I knew what it meant. The film did not cover such a big discourse. It was tailored to a thorough individual. There wouldn't have been any grand narrative or annotations that overwhelmed my gaze. It's the story of a man who died in his miserable life.

Joon-min wondered what she would get out of this short video. There was a gap that could not be filled with footage and textures, even though they knew the movie was developed. How inspiring is the last scene of the movie that's taken the whole story out in front of you? If the name wasn't Park Jung-jin, he would have thought it was not worth seeing.

A crude field sound flows through the speakers. It was natural that the mixing wasn't done perfectly. A change has come to the camera angle, which has only been shining snow for more than a decade. A man approaches the horizon of an eye painted with a white line. I heard it was taken in the mountains, but the location of the camera was art. Suddenly, I remembered the sea covered with snow.

The floor that came into the frame slowly moved. The camera shot the scene at a certain distance. The left side of the wrapper was closed up. Red blood flows through my fingers. It was a clear contrast between white and red. The camera cut was changed. It was a sphere that looked down from heaven like a top view. The road past the floor became solid and the screen was bisected. Above the ridge, the snow melted, revealing the distinctive green and brown color of the mountain, and the bottom was completely white. Seeing the place covered in white, I felt suffocated for some reason. Nothing, nothing seemed to be meaningless.

The sound of a creaky, tough floor breathing, the sound of a slight frozen snow falling on your feet, the sound of a branch or something hard breaking. It was full of all sorts of sounds, but it felt so damn quiet. It was less frustrating to turn off all the sounds.

As I cut through the center of the screen, the floor fell into a white world. The camera still looked down from the sky at his side. Like watching an ant die in the eyes of the Almighty God. I can hardly keep my distance from the characters. At this point, you have to show the face of the protagonist in pain, or change the cuts, and the camera watches the floor from the top as if it had forgotten its function.

At the time of the floor spill, Joon Minh breathed shallow without knowing it. If I take a deep breath, I think my lungs will be damaged by the cold air that can't be washed away. The camera was so far away from the person that it made the person who was looking at it objectively narrow the psychological distance. It was uncomfortable. I could see her frowning. No matter the sound, no matter how the screen changed, I desperately wanted something dramatic to happen. With insecurity, the cuts changed just before reaching the point where discomfort turned to discomfort.

Joon-min was dragged to the screen without being able to deal with the emotions that were hovering from her heart to the ceiling. It was a really amazing moment. It made a difference at a point when it could only be described as subtle. You gasp for breath. The complex anxiety and unpleasantness that cannot be sublimated by the insult swells through your body. If this is what the director intended, Director Park should also call a genius. I was experiencing the psychology of the audience to the point where I felt bad. It was a character that could make me leave even if I was one inch away. But it fell into delicate engagement. Irritation with the poles increased concentration inversely. So far, it's been a perfect performance victory. There was nothing that the actor did. Director Park didn't invite you to show me this. Although it was worth it, Director Park's eyes on the screen said it was starting now.

The camera, which looked at man from God's point of view, now shot the face of the floor on the same line. His scar, which he had forgotten, suddenly came to his senses. Smoke from the floor is added to the ominous end that was visually suggested. It was a slow breath. His unbelievable eyes flash. I don't know what he's headed for, but he hasn't given up on life. The hand that grabbed the wound, the eyes that looked beyond the white world, twisted lips showed more obsession with life than any other word.

The fallen man rises slowly. I still didn't say a word. There is not even a groan. It is only the wind and the sound of breathing that raise the feeling of fogging endlessly, just like the first cut. He stepped forward. However, I was anxious to walk if I was short of stamina. It was a big twitching body. He was barely moving forward, relying on the shimmy movements. The moment I stopped to choose my breath, I realized that his life would end.

The camera walks with the floor to set its own pace. When he stops, we stop together, and when we take off our feet, we move. He was telling me that the world was circling him. What are they looking for with their pupils wide open? I knew the ending, but suddenly I didn't think of it. It was such a pity to use some of the functions of the brain to think about it. I had to focus fully on the screen. He was going to show it to me anyway.

Joon-min folded his arms. The theater was not cold. Rather, it was a little hot. However, I curled up because my vision and hearing were caught in the screen. The tension that trembles just before the arrival of the killer continues to rise, as if stepping on a staircase. Where the hell are they trying to take him?

He pauses on the screen. I slammed my head to the ground and took a big breath. When he raises his head again, his eyes burn more intensely than before. Blind gaze is the desire for life, or something else. Anyway, he was saying he could never die here. Even with all the blood running through his veins, he seemed to be walking tall. Even when death gripped his feet, his body didn't seem to collapse. Obviously.

The cut suddenly changed. A dog falls in the snow. The camera illuminated the dog for about 3 seconds. The animal that had no breath was definitely dead. Then you hear the crackling and collapsing sound. The camera captures him on the screen. His eyes, fallen to the sky, contain nothing. Joon-min seemed to see someone else altogether. No, man was very wrong. It seemed like something that should or shouldn't have been a person. Snow falls on his face. White eyes and he had the same meaning. A little while ago, he was the main character in the audience through the camera, but now he was no different from the white eyes on the screen. The snow piles up. As if you were hurrying to remove a small smudge.

The video stopped there. Joon-min leaned against the chair. I couldn't say anything for a few minutes. I didn't want to. I opened my mouth after the video on the screen was turned off.

“When do I finish posting? ”

“I don't have much to touch, so I'm more concerned. I want it open by the end of the year, but we have to look at the situation. It's rationing time. It's not my choice. ”

“How long has the floor been finished? ”

Director Park has set up a detection.

“It was once. Just once. ”

Jun-min laughed in vain.

“Do you remember what you said after you took the picture? ”

“I remember very well. Director, I think we're done. Yeah, that's what I said. And that was it. ”

Joon-min stood up while looking at Director Park.

“I think I know why you showed me this first. It was completely different, but I remembered to do it. If Hae Hae is a natural light, he leaves nothing behind. There's not a single comparable angle from one to ten, but I can tell by that last eye. It's remarkably similar to poles and poles. ”

“Mr. Floor is a strange and interesting actor. I still remember when I shot that scene. I watched it on my monitor, and then I stood up and I saw it with my own eyes. because I didn't see it. I asked Mr. Floor to give me his own color. And this is the result. It's kind of colorless in some ways. It's a little bit different than I thought it would be, but I'm glad to hear that. Starring Mr. Maru was the greatest choice in my casting history. ”

The theater was lit. The editor came in and said it was time for lunch. Joon-min followed Director Park out of the theater. I saw the last gray screen before the door closed. I couldn't erase the feeling that there was still a floor there.

“I'm excited about people's reactions. ”

Director Park enjoyed it. Jun-min agreed with that. There will definitely be no middle ground. Only the most praiseworthy or the worst evaluations will wait for an actor. And Joon-min was intuitive. There won't be a single critic to complain about actors and performances.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

Thanksgiving, did you survive?

I guess I survived somehow.

Survival!

* * *

Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you.

Completion;

Pharynx