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On the Beach At Night Alone – first look review

19 Feb 2017

Words by David Jenkins

A woman in a navy coat crouching on a sandy beach, surrounded by trees.
A woman in a navy coat crouching on a sandy beach, surrounded by trees.
The wist­ful lat­est from Kore­an mae­stro Hong Sang-soo is pow­ered by an excep­tion­al lead performance.

It’s pos­si­ble to see this, in some obscure way, as Kore­an direc­tor Hong Sang-soo’s spar­tan, deglam­ourised ver­sion of Bil­ly Wilder’s Sun­set Blvd, in that it seeks to get inti­mate with a film actress who has fall­en out of favour with the movie indus­try. Her emo­tion­al hon­esty – bald­ly direct and often bit­ing­ly fun­ny to wit­ness – makes it dif­fi­cult for her to be accept­ed into an artis­tic com­mu­ni­ty which, in Korea at least, is dom­i­nat­ed by nox­ious male egos who baulk from the prospect of conflict.

These preen­ing male direc­tors are flanked by toad­y­ing hang­ers on. They wax poet­ic about their lithe lead­ing ladies. They laud past suc­cess­es as a way to divert from the actor’s impend­ing estrange­ment from the indus­try. But this pati­na of fake polite­ness is bru­tal­ly shat­tered, always.

The com­plex psy­cho­log­i­cal dynam­ic between those in front of and behind the cam­era remains one of Hong’s abid­ing obses­sions, yet this sub­tly pen­e­trat­ing new one appears to be his most self-lac­er­at­ing work in back cat­a­logue coloured by casu­al self lac­er­a­tion. Kim Mihn-hee’s lovelorn wan­der­er, Younghee, is the trag­ic prod­uct of a sys­tem of manip­u­la­tion. Her dream­like depres­sion and con­fu­sion are a symp­tom of all those men who have done wrong by her. In the film, she’s always wait­ing for con­fir­ma­tion of love rather than expe­ri­enc­ing it in the moment. It’s about the pain of the hold­ing pat­tern, the dam­ag­ing effects of uncertainty.

As is now a Hong sta­ple, the film com­pris­es of just a few lengthy dia­logue sequences in which char­ac­ters gab polite­ly about their earth­ly woes. Lat­er on, they begin to broad­cast the bit­ter real­i­ty that hides under­neath the words when a few quarts of Sojo have been fil­tered into their blood­stream. Hong often mix­es drunk­en­ness with dreams, hard-cut­ting to char­ac­ters wak­ing up fol­low­ing a spell of loose-tongued dra­ma. The effect that intox­i­ca­tion can have on the mind can be dream­like when it comes to our recall of salient detail. Events become hazy, and wak­ing up is the moment where con­scious­ness is clar­i­fied and the awk­ward process of mend­ing can begin.

The film appears as a direct response to the news that Hong had an affair Kim, yet it was the actress who bore the brunt of pub­lic cen­sure because she had med­dled with a mar­ried man. This con­text seems vital to appre­ci­ate the film’s sub­tle inves­ti­ga­tion of mas­ter-muse pow­er strug­gles, and in many ways On the Beach at Night Alone could be seen as Hong play­ing things exclu­sive­ly to his hard­ened acolytes. As mel­low and com­pelling as the film is on a super­fi­cial lev­el, it’s cer­tain­ly tough to dis­cern whether it would be lost on those who weren’t up on the bio­graph­i­cal underpinnings.

More digres­sive and nar­ra­tive­ly promis­cu­ous than recent career high, Right Now, Wrong Then, this one is buoyed by Kim’s sub­dued, ultra-melan­cholic cen­tral per­for­mance which switch­es between vir­u­lent rage and bale­ful deco­rum and shows noth­ing in the mid­dle. The title could even allude to Younghee’s descent into alco­holism, as one of her repeat­ed refrains lat­er in the film is how deli­cious she now finds econ­o­my domes­tic lager.

The film opens in Ger­many dur­ing what looks like the driz­zly sea­son. The stark, grey land­scapes coun­ter­point Younghee’s strained enthu­si­asm towards her cur­rent bout of enforced free­dom. She even gets the chance to dine with with Cin­e­ma Scope edi­tor Mark Per­an­son in his own apart­ment, and per­haps it’s the vast cul­tur­al chasm that coerces her back to Korea to face her demons.

She vis­its a book shop in which the ter­mi­nal­ly ill own­er says of his own piano com­po­si­tions, These are sim­ple pieces, but if you go deep­er, they become more com­pli­cat­ed.” This sen­tence is either the over­sized key to the film, or a chal­lenge set by Hong to ques­tion whether any­thing in life can be described as sim­ple. This is a remark­able and strange­ly trou­bling film. You’re left with lit­tle hope for Younghee’s future.

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