Oldboy (2005)

Directed by Park Chanwook; written (in Korean, with English subtitles) by Hwang Jo-yun, Lim Joon-hyung and Mr. Park, based on a story by Tsuchiya Garon and Minegishi Nobuaki; director of photography, Jung Jung-hoon; edited by Kim Sang-bum; music by Cho Young-wuk; production designer, Yoo Seong-hee; produced by Kim Dong-joo; released by Tartan Films.
118 minutes. Rated R.
STARRING: Choi Min-sik (Oh Dae-su), Yoo Ji-tae (Lee Woo-jin) and Gang Hye-jung (Mido).

Park Chanwook, the Korean director currently winning fans with his hyperviolent stories of revenge, has clearly absorbed the techniques of great kung-fu filmmakers, Alfred Hitchcock, Quentin Tarantino, and other contemporary stylists like David Fincher. He knows how to dazzle you with visions of supreme “coolness.” He knows how to shock you. He knows how to make you squirm, and how to send the squeamish — and even many of the ironclad — running for the exits.

So, does the hype generated by the Cannes festival favorite Oldboy indicate we should sit down and watch the DVD?

Not really. It’s true that Chanwook choreographs some enthralling sequences in this story about an imprisoned and tortured man named Oh Dae-su who tries to hunt down his tormentor and get revenge. And it’s true that Choi Min-sik is a human hurricane in the lead role, careening between a deep Bill Murray malaise and a feverish battlefield intensity.

But the story of Dae-su’s sufferings, his escape, his various beatings and tortures, and the horrifying realizations waiting for him at the end is so wearying, bruising, and bloody that it would better just to leave this one alone.

Chanwook, who also directed Joint Security Area and Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance, here tells us about a drunk who is dragged off and locked up for fifteen years, with nothing but a television and a picture of Jesus to occupy his attention. Baffled as to the reason for his imprisonment, Dae-Su goes half-mad, eventually hallucinating, which gives Chanwook the opportunity to trouble us with visions of ants that bore up through Dae-Su’s skin and crawl all over his face. We watch him train himself for his eventual rampage by fighting a figure drawn on the wall until he’s bloodied and beaten. When he learns that his wife has been murdered and his daughter adopted, he realizes that he’ll be hunted by the law if he escapes.

But he does, of course, escape, and quickly picks up a sexy sidekick named Mido (Gang Hye-jung), who falls for him soon after he orders a live octopus and stuffs it, still alive and wriggling, into his mouth, chewing its head up which its legs flail about.

And hear this: This is not an American movie, so the poor sea creature really is harmed in the making of the film. Yes, that really is a living octopus being chewed and swallowed before your eyes. If you make it that far, be warned, things are only just beginning. Soon, humans are being maimed with reckless abandon for your entertainment.

There will be teeth pried out of mouths by the claws of hammers… more than once.

There will be body parts chopped off, and a tongue cut off with scissors.

No matter what moral lesson Dae-su and his nemesis learn by the end, nothing excuses Chanwook’s grossly indulgent revelry in human suffering on the screen. Clearly, it’s a “wages-of-sin” story, but the filmmaker doesn’t seem interested in virtue. He just wants to capture sin and present it to you in a show of ego and cool. He seems to delight in nothing more than presentations of spectacular misbehavior.

At least Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction bothers to tell stories about characters who are trying to do the right thing, who have story arcs that begin in poor choices and end in demonstrations of moral growth. Here, it’s just a matter of bad guys bashing away at each other until they collapse in weeping heaps of regret, self-loathing, and outrageous hatred. Imagine Bad Lieutenant 2, in which two bad lieutenants fight each other in a game of sadistic one-upsmanship, without the appearance of the Redeemer. The token confession of sin at the end is performed at such an extreme level that it’s just another moment of hysteria, not a scene with any real resonance.

And the girl? She exists to be exploited for those who want some nudity and sex with their violence, and then to be the prize for whatever wicked character emerges alive at the end.

Manhola Darghis of The New York Times says it better than any critic I’ve come across: “There’s no denying that Mr. Park is some kind of virtuoso, but so what? So was the last guy who directed a Gap commercial. Cinematic virtuosity for its own sake, particularly as expressed through cinematography … is a modern plague that threatens to bury us in shiny, meaningless movies.”

Oldboy is almost meaningless, and worse. It is a wicked piece of work, entertaining us by engaging our baser appetites, portraying myriad crimes against the beauty of the human body.

A friend of mine once emerged from a gratuitously violent film and praised it ecstatically. I asked him what he liked about it. “Watching those scenes of torture,” he said, “made me feel more alive than anything I’ve seen recently.” If your life has become so numbing and dull that you need to watch other people in suffering to come to your senses, that should be a frightening revelation to you that you should seek help. We have become so accustomed to seeing a steady pageant of violence as entertainment that we have become desensitized. Great artists will reflect violence in a way that communicates the true horror of it, so that we want to turn away rather than see more.

I feel somewhat betrayed by the rave reviews for Oldboy. Believing I was going to experience the work of a significant artist, I opened myself to injury. Its tentacles are still wriggling in my memory, as if I just ate something that should never have been served in the first place.

2 Responses to “Oldboy (2005)”

  1. Krishnamurthy Says:

    Thats a fantastic review. I too felt the same way when I watched the movie last night. The movie might be an interesting one, but highly disgusting. The director has not only made a movie to glorfy the ‘myriad crimes against the beauty of the human body’ but also played a dirty game with human relationships – be it brother-sister or father-daughter. The last line in your review is the perfect phrase to describe Old Boy – “as if I just ate something that should never have been served in the first place.”

  2. J Says:

    I couldnt disagree more.

    Its a bit ironic, I think, that reviews like this one seem far more obsessed with the violence in a given film than the people were who cheered at it in the theater.

    Yes, the violence in Oldboy is over-the-top. Im only talking about two scenes here that I felt really crossed the line- the tooth-removal with a claw hammer (there was actually only one scene in which this happened, the second just amounted to a threat), and Dae Su cutting his tongue off (which wasnt actually shown). But this violence isnt all the film was about, and the context tempered the brutality of it all somewhat- we were after all watching an action/mystery about a horrible injustice and a sense of white-hot revenge all centered around a need to know why.

    What kept me in my seat, frankly, was not the anticipation of another brutal act of violence. It was the need to know what had set these events in motion and how the final showdown between Dae Su and his tormentor would play out. The plot’s big secret, once it reveals itself, is disturbing…but again, I felt that it wasnt disturbing just for the sake of being disturbing. It was couched in a tale of wronging and revenge so intense that you suspected something really monstrous was at its heart- something that had absolutely destroyed the characters’ innocence and had thoroughly twisted and obsessed Woo-jin.

    “Oldboy” was an intense and at times disturbing film, granted. What made it a great film, for me, was that it was one of few disturbing films I’ve seen that actually justified its excessiveness with superb acting and a compelling story in which none of the events (as graphic as they may have been) ever felt too out of place or purely gratuitous.

Leave a Reply

You must be logged in to post a comment.