The Host (2006): oh Korea, you’re the middle child of Asia and your cinema loves you for it. Only a culture with such eons of emotional baggage and a giant chip on its shoulder could produce such delightfully fucked up and at once honestly sincere, silly, and horrifying movies on such a consistent basis. Bravo. Bravo.
yes yes yes.
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about how weird it is to be learning about my birth culture entirely through its national cinema.
I started to joke about this in my tags: #I need like another adoption, #a cultural reverse-adoption, #does anyone want to culturally reverse-adopt me?
But then I guess I’m sorta serious too.
I’m not looking to like “reclaim” my “identity” or any shit like that. I’m not going to (nor do I want to) magically become the person that other people see when they look at me. I’ve lived too long being the person who gets double-takes when their last name is called.
But I didn’t grow up around Asians (I knew one half-Asian girl, and my high school was maybe 70%/29%/1% black/white/other?), and while I’ve known some Asians over the years, I’ve met only a handful of Koreans. No adopted Asians.
It’s a weird thing to stand in the middle.
Mostly, it would be nice to have some context other than “fucked up” for all these excellent Korean films that are getting pumped out =)