Neoege narul bonaenda (1994) - full transcript

I was still at junior
school when it started.

My step-brother made me
undress and do things...

...while he masturbated

He sometimes
made me help him.

Once he tried to rape me
while I was asleep

I fought him off

Step-father beat him
and he ran away

Mother kept telling me that...

...a woman should always
give into a man

So that everything
will be peaceful

Who is it?



I'm from Seoul.
I'm looking for someone.

Who?
-The Shinchun Literary Prize winner.

Push off!
I loathe journalists.

Wait. I've had the
same dreams as you.

To You, From Me.

Directed by Jang Sun-Woo

I'm glad to see there's
no dust on your typewriter.

Writers who sit waiting for
inspiration are losers.

Shall we celebrate
our meetings?

The liquor could be better...

At least you're not
a heavy soju drinker.

Real writers aren't drunks.

Its good that you have
no phone or TV set.

I can sense
your commitment.



Same again please.

She was so bold.
As if she carried a warrant.

So, what happened?

What do you think
is under my skirt?

Wrong! There's nothing.

Now you've won
another prize.

See if you like it.

We were at it for
more than an hour.

A new record for me.

Either you're slow to come
or she's frigid.

No way.

Then she must have
been very loose.

Tight as a pair of jeans.
-You think its a subway door?

Tight mine once in a while.

One hour for one climax?

What do you think?

Am I a better prize
than Johnny Walker?

Sure, I've never
felt like this before.

By the way,
are you going to explain...

...what you said at the gate?

It's exactly as I said.
-Give me details!

I won't blame you
even if you lied.

I had such a vivd
dream one night

I knew it could
make a great story.

I tried to write it
for a month.

Then I saw your
prize-winning story

You know what happened
when I read it?

I fainted.

I really did.

I felt better when they
took your prize away...

...for plagiarising
a foreign novel

But you replied that your
source was your dream.

And I got dizzy again.

You're no plagiarist

I'm here to help you.

Ma, that fridge
sounds like an orphan...

crying alone after the
autumn festival.

I always thought you'd
become a writer.

How so?

You've always been
a good liar.

And you've always
chased women.

Isn't that a writer
in a nutshell?

If you touch me there...

...you'll always
make me jump.

Can you imagine how I
got through school?

A skinny girl like me
with such a large butt?

Graffiti about me
in every toilet

I can laugh about it now.

Back then, I'd have
sliced off these buttocks.

I was treated
as a slut, fucking...

Is that word okay?
Should I be more polite?

Anyway, I became
the champion of fucking.

Slept with almost
every boy in school.

I started out the star
pupil in that lousy school.

By the end
I was one of the worst.

Next day

Do sit down.

There was a script-writer
who got busted for dope

We got the charge waived,
and he did some work for us.

But the jerk kept
missing deadlines...

Didn't even keep
his appointments

But he used our names
when he got drunk

we had to take him aside
and teach him manners

Afterward, he was
our best employee

Made me so proud

We heard you
have fresh ideas.

Judging by some of this,
we heard right.

Oh, have you
brought the text?

Thank you.

One moment...

Here's your payment.
Please check it.

I'm sure its right.
-Just sign this.

Shall we celebrate
our first transation?

No need.

Come on. I can't
exploit your goodwill.

Okay?
-Sure.

What shall I wear?

This isn't what we
need at all!

It should be as clear as a
neighbourhood newsletter.

''Democracy is good,
Communism is bad.''

In good black
and white terms.

What are you saying?

Come on Mr. Writer,
stop showing off.

This will prove what
a fine citizen I am.

Anyone reading this
would think me an idiot.

You can mail it to me.

Are you upset?

No, I'll do it.

This piece could
earn me a promotion

That's why Im
so anxious about it.

You know, I used to write
300 pages in a night.

What's so funny?

Get up!

Stand up, you fucker!

Headcrash!

Didn't you do
military service?

Atten-shun!
At ease. Atten-shun!

Head crash,
you son of a bitch!

You fucking greenhorn!

That's better,
straighten up

You little scumbag

I sacrificed my youth
for my poor brothers

And my university was
as good as yours!

You're early.
- I want to clear my tab.

Did I ever nag
you about that?

Alright, its 625.000 Won
Call it 600 000

Here, keep the change
for next time.

So, what are we celebrating?

Let's drink a toast.

You're back early!

I'm cleaned out

Here.

Don't spend it all.

Where's he going?
-To play pachinko.

He's always running
out of cash.

But he brags to me when
he scores a jackpot.

isn't he adorable?
See, he solves it in no time.

Is Lee Jung-Bak there?
-Jung-Bak!

Jung-Bak! Telephone!

Sleeps all day,
gets calls at night...

Why doesn't he get a job?

Your turn, cousellor.

Counsellor?

Didn't Lee Jung-Bak
tell you?

The Committee has
appointed you Counsellor.

Committee?
Is this a formal meeting?

Nothing formal,
just a get-together.

Mr Hyun and I are agreed.

...on the need to revitalise
our folk culture.

Just a small group
of us to begin with.

We'll add specialists
as we expand.

We'll show the world!

That's why we
need your help.

Let's welcome our
new Counsellor.

All together... Cheers!

Time to strip, girls.

I'm having my period.

Turned coy on us, huh?

Never mind,
we've seen you before.

Miss Min,
the stage is all yours.

I'm new here...

Don't give me that crap.

We're this joint's
best customers.

You want me
to undress you?

Here, will this do?

I'll do it myself.
-No, I'll do it.

There's a good girl.

Close the curtains.
-What?

Okay, is that better?

You have lovely skin.

Call that a strip?
Take the rest off!

That's better.

Are you alright?

Don't worry about me,
go back inside.

I'll tell you the truth.

That magazine that
Mr. Hyun runs...

is a scam to
rip off housewives

And Mr. Baek's Repertory
Theatre Company...

...is a cover for sexual
abuse of schoolgirls

Baek is a notorious
sex offender

They say he's even abused
primary school kids.

Then why the hell
are you with them?

You're working
as their secretary!

So when's your book
coming out?

What?

My editor's going to
look at it.

Then where did
the money come from?

That's for the piece
you wrote.

You're hiding something.

How could I hide
anything from you?

Then why can't
I see your manuscript?

Are you keeping it
locked away forever?

I told you:
when I'm satisfied with it

Alright, let's drop it.

But how come you got
so much for such a little?

It's not as if you're
a famous copywriter.

Come clean,
or I'm packing my bags.

Bring me some water.

I warn you, I'll leave.

A company president was
supposed to write that piece.

A friend of mine in the
company asked me to ghost it

I guess my friend talked
them into paying well.

I'm supposed to believe that?

Fine.

But promise me: no more
writing trashy stories.

And no more outside jobs.

Okay, just give me
some water.

By the way, can you
rewrite the piece?

Why, don't they like it?

Sure they do...

We'll, I've done all
I feel like doing.

They just want it a bit
more in their own style.

Then tell the president
to write it himself.

They repaid now,
its not our problem.

We can't say that
when they paid so well

You could have give
me more water.

Change this for
1000 Won notes.

Change this to 500
Won coins.

Look here, I'm busy.

500 Won coins.

Change them for
100 Won coins.

Change them for
a 10,000 Won note.

A 10,000 Won note.

Keep the noise down!

One day this teacher
who had his eye on me...

...took me to a hotel

He wasn't married
and he was quite popular

So I didn't mind
undressing in front of him

But that pervert turned
out to be into S&M

I even had to...

Take a rest...
What's wrong?

You promised to leave me
alone to write

Sorry
But you look so tired!

Take a break, okay?

Wanna play?

What?

Sit here.

Let's pretend your book
becomes a best-seller.

And you're invited
on a talk-show.

Bullshit!

Come on,
use your imagination.

Let's give it a try.

Some reporter will
fire questions at you.

How would you
describe literature?

Do we have to do this?

What is literature?

I dunno... isn't it
telling the truth?

Why do you write?

I dunno...I guess to find
the essence of truth.

What's your defitinion
of great literature?

I dunno...
it has to do with the truth.

Then what is the truth?
-The truth...

is truth

What is wrong with you?

That's how big-name
authors talk.

Where's your honesty
and integrity?

I really don't know.

One should always
be truthful...

People will think
you're a moron.

This film, which starts
in a lonely brown mood...

...is not a gangster movie.

It's a modern apocalypse

Panic, disability...
an allegorical statement

An epic that foresees
a world without guns.

Clyde only had one gun.
A phallic symbol, of course.

On parole,
he found himself impotent.

It was his gun that Bonnie
loved, not Clyde himself.

They went to rob a bank...

And found it has been
bankrupt for three months

Funny, huh?

Even the bank was impotent.

But the phallic symbol
did its stuff.

What will it be?

A beer

Later Bonnie asked
Clyde what he'd do...

...if he were free and
the world were peaceful

Clyde answered
without thinking

Bottle opener
'Find another bank to rob'

Bonnie's face was indescribable.
She was in despair.

You know why?

She'd begun writing poetry.

That was when Clyde's
sex-drive came back

Imagine, the two of them
rolling in the grass...

...a sheet of poetry
fluttering beside them

The gun turns to poetry
and poetry turns to sex.

This foreshadows
their deaths.

Not common or garden
deaths, but ecstatic deaths

Ecstasy

Calm down!

Don't cry, honey

What'd you think
you're doing?

Change this for
10,000 won notes.

Why me?

That fat cow,
I should have clobbered her.

Why? Why?

Cool it,
that kind of shit happens.

I'm sorry, it was that
Jim Morrison.

Goddammit!

'Why do people
write novels?'

To know... what their
neighbours are thinking.

To find out if others
struggle with desires.

and guilt, or with
feelings of inferiority.

Its like looking
through a keyhole.

That's what today's
readers want from novels.

So, you've stopped toying
with the word 'truth'

Wanna hear it?

Stop it!

Time for my reward.
-Wait...

Stop it!

What do you think
about 'best-sellers?

They have nothing to do
with selling out...

But, what about blatant
'money-spinners'?

I find that all art forms
are commercial.

But very commercial books
have a short life-span.

They get mired
in compromise...

'Novels'...
-I haven't finished!

Even their fresh starts
lead to compromises.

Happy endings,
moralistic resolutions

Will the novel die?

As long as there are readers,
there'll be novels.

And vice versa.

Of course, visual literacy is
replacing literacy...

Maybe the key question
for novelists is realism...

Turn over!

Get on the bed.

So much rain.

But I love rain.

Shall we get wet?
Let's go!

Done it.

You're brilliant!

You're so cute.

I love you.

I lay down for him
but he craved pain.

I began hitting as hard as I could.

He screamed with delight...
...and we found peace.

My husband brought
friends to the house.

He wanted to have group
sex, American-style.

So, there was more peace,
more, more

Peace...Peace

Come in.

I'll take that.

He's gone out?

He'll be back soon.
He'staking a walk.

Dry yourself.

Do sit down.

Coffee? Juice?

Anything.

No, make it coffee.

I like the sound of
water boiling.

The sound of water boiling?
A special memory?

At high school, I lived
in a boarding house.

It rained for days
like it is now.

I was tossing and turning
in the middle of the night...

...when I had
a sudden vision.

And then it was gone.

I started playing
with words...

I'm a lamp with no light.
I'm a window with no light.

I'm an alley with no light.
I'm paper with no light.

I'm a fireplace with no light...
a pen with no light.

I write on paper
with no light...

with a pen
that has no light...

filled with ink
that has no light

I close my father's lightless
eyes with a lightless hand.

Mother cries, lamenting
the fireplace without fire.

Lightless fireplace.

I'm a lightless fireplace.

I'm a lightless penis.

Are you alright.

I'm so sorry.

Don't worry, I'm anemic.

Are you crying?
-No.

I want to hear the
rest of your story.

What was I talking about?

Memories of water boiling.

Wait,
I'll bring your coffee

I filled a pan with water and
put it on the stove.

After what felt
like a century, it boiled.

I so much love talking
to the boiling water...

You're a very lonely person.

Its getting late...
I lent him a book.

Which book?

Shall I look for it?

What are you reading?

You forgot to
lock the door.

Two cups.
You had company.

Why don't you look at me?

Don't touch me.

No!

I said don't touch me.
-Why?

You know why.
-What do you mean?

You stole those interview
answers from this book.

How could you
lie like that?

I can't trust you.

From now on, show me
your work every day.

Otherwise I'm leaving,
understand?

The Kyungsan Cultural
Commiittee visited my place.

They brought cognac and
two pounds of beef.

We're talking archetypes
here. No argument.

Fraser calls it
The Law of Homeopathy...

...or the Law of
Contamination.

Ethnographers call it
the myth of the young geisha.

Or, to bring it up
to date, chicks

I think the current
word is 'babes'.

Right, a babe is
one up from a chick.

Have siome watermelon.

Thank you.

White men seek to defy
the process of aging.

...the myth of the
'chick' will endure.

Gosh!

Now I know why
he ran away that evening.

He was rushing back to you!

Lick my spoon.

Spoon?

Come on, you're no beginner.

I love this smell.

Quick!

I haven't smelled
this in a month

I just knew that you
yearned for a real man.

Quick, like this.

This is the best butt
I've ever grabbed.

So everyone says...
but be gentle

Why stick with him?
He's a plaguarist.

No, he isn't

He's finished

'can make you famous.

How?

I'll find you a good script.

And then?

You'll show off that
incredible butt.

You'll be a star.

Really?

Wait, I'll wipe you down.

Visit my theatre, okay?

Nice view

Great evening

I had a great time

Great neighbourhood.

Babes!

Fancy a nightcap?

I need the other direction.

Why didn't you go
with them?

Hold on a moment

I want to show you
this book.

What is it?
-Look inside

See?
-'Towards Self-Reliance'

Where did you get this?

In front of
Kyungsan Station.

All their porno books had
Communist-style titles.

Such as?

For Marx,
'The Inevitabilirty of History'

What do you think
its all about?

Maybe this is your work.

You miust be kidding.

What kind of man is
Mr. Baek?

I don't know him,
or Mr. Hyun.

Then why did they
visit our home?

Who knows?
I dislike them.

What about his Repertory
Theatre? Is it big?

Not as far as I know.

But I heaed they used to be
famous in Seoul.

I'm tired...
Let's go to sleep.

Pick one.
They're good books.

How much is that computer book?
-5000 won.

Is it understandable?
-Of course.

Who reads this stuff?
-Everyone.

You call these books?

They're 3000 won,
but I'd take 2000.

Okay, 2000.

Thanks

You know that guy?

No.

Lee said they were
ideological texts.

But this is about
folk remedies.

Hey, you.

Do I know you?

It's me...Me!
Remember?

I don't think so.

Stop pretending
you fucker!

You sonofabitch!

I tell you to rewrite and
what do you give me?

'The South Korean
government's extreme...

...measures to control
the reunification issue'.

''And 'Revolution from
the bottom?''

Where's the fucking bottom?

I sent this up
without checking it.

Guess what happened?
I got canned!

You're going too far.

Her line 'from the bottom'
was so moving...

...that I ran home to her.

Drinking coffee?

Are you going somewhere?
-Yes.

Why?

What happened?

Why are you writing
trash like this?

I wanted you to be
a real writer.

I didn't write that,
believe me.

Who are you trying to kid?

Forgive me.

A man came by,
said you got him fired.

If he hadn't told me
about this

Its disgusting!

Forgive me...

I can't live without you.

How can I trust you? Liar!

I've never lied.

You don't think I...

Yes, maybe you are
a plagiarist

You've got me wrong.

Didn't you have
the same dream as me?

It's over between us.

Don't go,
you're my first woman.

Please, please don't go.

Give me one more chance.

Will you do as I say?

Yes.

Put this back.

Lick me

Not there...first my feet.

This is what
I ran home to do.

That's enough!

Come up.

You have to promise
me two things.

First, do some real writing.

Second, break that contract
to write porn novels.

Agreed?

But those guys are scary.

Just leave them to me.

Now, lick my butt.

Can you rim me?

As long as you don't fart.

Now the real writing begins.

You're late.

I have to get
through these today.

Bananas

I've eaten.

Have some and give
me the peels.

Why?

Have some bananas and
give me back the peels.

Thanks.

What's with the peels?

I've found it at last.

What?

Its in this book.

New Sorrows of
Young Werner.

Bananas peels dried for six
months are hallucinogenic!

Can't be true!

You don't trust Goethe?
The book says it works.

Eat and give me back
the peels.

It's illegal.

Dope might be illegal,
but not bananas.

Eat and give me back
the peels.

You think it could
help me write?

If this works, I'll quit
my job at the bank.

I'll make a lot of money.

I'll show these assholes.

You bastard!

You think I'm too old
and rich to make love?

Well, you're right
about the rich part.

We're just eating bananas...

Just a misunderstanding.

I don't know why you did
that to my friend.

If you do it again I'll
write a story about you.

Better yet, a news report.

It was a misunderstanding.

Really?
Do you know who he is?

An author,
a prize- winning writer.

It was a misunderstanding.

Then explain it.
-I want to compensate you.

I just didn't want to
rush you.

A friend of mine runs
a hospital.

I can't believe
I did that.

What's wrong?

You're always worried
about something.

Leave it out...

Did you finish the bottle?
-What's the matter?

Its disgusting...

Using my writing to
blackmail a guy.

Let's go....go..

Coffee.

You don't mind me seeing
what you're writing?

Why doesn't this get
hidden like the rest?

Its a letter to the
newspaper delivery service.

What for?

When I started subscribing
they promised...

2 months free
and then a bill for 3,000 won.

Now its 5000 won.

I'm complaining.

At least its not plagiarised.
-What did you say?

Have you gone mad?

Give it to me!

Like the look of it?

Come in.

Anytime you need
a new miniskirt...

I brought home some money.

I think we need
some time apart.

I'll stay here while
you go away to write.

More rice gruel?

You want to...?

No.

That's it!

Forgive me, God.

If this works.

I'll go to church.

She's addicted to miniskirts.

But I call her
'the woman in trousers'...

...after a poem I found
in her suitcase.

The woman in trousers stands
at the weaving machine

After a lunch of
black rice and soup...

...she's back at work,
asleep on her feet

I've never screwed
under a spotlight before.

You won't leave him?

You just have your fun.

But I can make you famous.

Was it expensive?

Not really.

Have you heard from him?

Not yet.

Come over here.

What story will you
tell me today?

Lets reveal our
innermost secrets.

Sounds good but
you go first.

I'll tell mine
when I've judged yours

Can't expect a lady
to tell her secrets first.

You slut,
who fathered these kids?

The strange thing was...

...she never cried out
while he beat her.

At first I felt
sorry for the woman

Then the feeling
turned to love.

The sight of her doing
the laundry...

...captured
my adolescent heart.

I lay awake all night thinking
and then wrote her a letter.

My first love letter.

Wrapped in plastic
to keep it dry...

...and put it
in her clothes basket.

I waited for three hours
in vain.

I wanted the earth to
swallow me up.

So, what happened?

Two days later,
he beat her again.

I was so afraid,
I had to cover my ears.

The husband thrashed
her with a pair of tongs.

Over and over again,
the bastard.

Don't say a word,
just hold me.

You want me, don't you?

That was the first time
we slept together.

Can you imagine
being intimate...

...with a woman
just beaten by her man?

Hardly an everyday
experience.

She was bruised to the bone.

My every move made her
moan like a child.

It felt like committing rape.
Or rather, like entering a virgin.

I stopped seeing her...

...before I graduated
and moved out.

But I found I had
a venereal disease.

And that left me impotent.

But I heard you're in the
red-light district regularly.

Sure, but the reason
I go there...

is to visit the
second-hand book stores.

To look for books on
VD and impotence.

That's my secret.

You really can't get hard?

Really.

Lie on the bed, let me try.

You're taking too much
trouble over me.

I'm sorry,
I haven't helped at all.

I've paid women to do that...

...but no one ever tried
as kindly as you just did.

Now, how to you
rate my story?

Ace! Impotence must be
a man's worst fear.

So, whats your
innermost secret?

Started living with
a guy when I was 19.

Who was he?

Arrogance and Compassion.

Its a quote from Peter Berger.

He had so many aliases,
never knew his real name.

A typical intellectual.

''I know the truth,
ergo I save others''

You wrote
'The Woman in Trousers'?

This is your poem, right?

You must work
in a textile factory.

No, I assemble bikes.

I like your poem.

The best poetry reflect
first-hand experience.

It's grounded in realism.

Actually I've never
woven anything.

How does that square
with realism?

You raise questions
of labour and welfare...

...through the eyes
of a woman worker

In the bathroom,
the sighs at her poor legs.

Or the line
Eating black rice and soup.

But you also express
working-class romanticism...

...and your realism
embodied optimism.

As in 'She weaves beauty
in her blue clothes'

That's not what it means.

Its about a woiman's
wish to wear a skirt.

I see.

You're dissatisfied
with yourself, right?

You want to exchange your
blue uniform for a skirt?

You want the attention
of men, right?

You're right.

I certainly want to
transform myself completely.

Bring me a coffee.

No sugar or cream,
just black.

Can't you do it yourself?
I've been on my feet all day.

Its your
inferiority complex...

...that makes you read
crap like this!

What are you doing?

Stop it!

Where are you
sticking that...

Death to Fascism!

I'm not a fascist

Down with the Americans!
-I'm not American!

Die! Die!

Good.

Now swallow it.

Goes down easier than
black coffee.

You little slut

Have you gone mad?

Eat!

You'll starve
yourself to death.

After that I suffered
from bulimia.

I refused to eat.

My father paid
my hospital bills...

...on condition
that I leave him.

Arrogance and Compassion
went home meekly

I lost myself
in reading books.

And then one day...

This prize-winning novel
matched my own dream.

And gradually
my bulimia disappeared.

She told you all that?

Never mentioned it to me.

Are you staying for good?

I asked if you're staying.

Yeah, but not in
that apartment

Then where?

'Your aunt had heart attack
-Motel Kookjae'

When was this telegram delivered?
-Last night.

None for me?

Your aunt has no children?

No

She never married?
-I'm not sure.

My aunt's an I.P.
-What's that?

A nickname.

Meaning?
-International Pimp.

You scared me.

I had to get you
here somehow.

Are you together?

Who is she?

My fiancee.

Seems charming.

You're really not well.

Are you in pain?

You'll have to stay here
with me now.

You promised you'd take
care of me if I got sick.

Then no more sending
girls to the rooms.

How else could this place
earn a profit?

No, promise me.

Promise me.

She's still alive?

Nothing from her
in ten years.

She isn't well.
She's been good to me.

Who's going to control
the girls?

I've put a stop to all that.

Faulkner said a brothel is
the best environment...

...for a writer.

And Ko Un only
became a poet

...because he once wrote
letters for prostitutes.

You're in luck.

Room 201? Okay.

Please go home, I'm tired.

Not just yet, okay?

Shit, you're getting
on my nerves!

What a jerk.

They must be planning
a skyscraper here.

He could have given
her what she wanted.

Maybe he's impotent.

Come here!

What were you doing
in that room?

I took him some water
and a towel.

Is that all?

What else?

Tell me!

Why is your lipstick smudged?
-What?

You don't have sex
with me anyway.

Smell me and see.

That old man was lonely,
so I kept him company.

Why are you giving me
this crap?

You just like to
stare at my butt.

Well, take a good sniff.
Any semen? You eunuch.

Stop it!

Auntie

Auntie!

One day an advertising man
came to the hotel

He fell in love with her
and promised her fame

So she ran away with him
in the middle of the night

What are you going there
in the dark?

I found your typewriter
in the bin.

I've given up writing.

Really?
What are you going to do?

I'll look for her.

She's the only woman
I've ever loved.

I see... but who'll
run this place?

I'll close it.

Why don't you
let me take it over?

Sure, why not?

Is that Entertainment News?
Can I speak to Kim Dong-Ho?

The guy who wrote that
piece on Chung Sun-Kweng.

Fancy a threesome?

Same price as a one-on-one.

No, I have someone I love.
-Mister...

Come in.

What are you doing?

I rescued your typewriter
from the trash.

Looking at it made me
want to write something.

So, I got one for myself.

What are you typing?

Something like a novel.

It's either a novel
or it isn't.

Its just something
to read, see?

No.

Actually, I don't know
the difference myself.

But its more like
journalism than real writing.

No deep emotions involved.

No great world view,
no inquisition of humanity.

Don't look, its bad.

Say hello...he's your pimp.

What's your hobby?

My hobby?

On rainy days,
I read my fan mail.

Evenings, I like dancing
in high-class nightclubs.

Does that answer your question?
-Yes, thank you.

We'll take one more call.
-...Hello

Tell us your name and
where you're calling from.

You had the same
dream as Ms Chung?

Hello

Now I'm working for Ms.
Chung Sun-Kyung, the top star.

Don't despise me for
giving up writing.

I carried her bags before
she even became an actress.

I was fated to do this.

How lucky I am!

Where are you going?

None of your business,
dickhead.

Mind what you call me...
I'm a bank robber.

I feel like robbing
a bank today.

I quit my job at the bank.

My novel is out soon.

I never dreamed
I'd become a writer...

...But this is
my new profession.

I'm moving to Seoul...

So I have to give up
running the motel.

I've handed it over to the
two girls you brought in.

I wanted to depict our
uncertain lives today.

I was intrigued
by the notion of flux.

A bank clerk becomes
a novelist...

A writer becomes
a chauffeur...

A factory girl with
large buttocks...

...becomes a famous actress.

Is the book
drawn from life?

Of course, but it goes
beyond mere observation.

Critics say your characters
are immoral and sick.

It wasn't easy to
write such characters.

But as I said, they're
based on my own experience.

I can't be held
responsible for them.

Some say your book depicts
the sickness of society.

The changes in our
value system.

What's your comment?

I'm flattered.

Your book has
some formal rough edges.

I was reminded of
Adorno's comment...

...that systematic and
rational language...

...shoes up social
inequalities and divisions.

A counter-capitalist
strategy of fragmentation...

...may be needed.

Do you have
such a strategy in mind?

It would be nice to
think so.

But I'm afraid it just
reflects me inexperience.

''Nice things make
the world go round''

''The nicest is money...
money...money...''

Thank you.

Where are you living?

I'll see you soon
...thanks.

Still can't get hard?

From from it...the penis
rises with the pen.

How is he doing?

Okay

I haven't sent him a copy.
Can you give him this one?

Sure, he'll be delighted.

Any message?

Tell him to bin it
when he's read it!

Why don't you start
writing again?

I'll rent you a quiet
condo to work in.

I don't care
how long it takes.

I'm happy as thing are
now, Madam.

I don't want to
dream any more.

I can't go back anyway,

but I only live
the way I choose.

Maybe I couldn't find
my dream in this way.

However, everything goes
the way it is!