Lies

This often startling account of a progressively S&M tinged love affair (and, yes, that is the right word for it) between an 18 year old schoolgirl and a married man twice her age remains currently banned in its native South Korea where it's considered pornographic. In a sense it is, considering how much of the film's running time is devoted to fairly explicit (at times clearly non-simulated) sexual encounters. What sets this film apart from other recent releases that have incorporated hardcore footage as part of their narrative (like the astonishing BAISE-MOI or Lars Von Trier's THE IDIOTS) is that here there is actual warmth and sensuality to the copulation sequences, even when the protagonists are beating the feces out of each other, making it much harder one presumes for moralists to condemn on grounds of lacking humanity or compassion. Not that they would allow themselves to be seduced by this deeply moving yet quietly disturbing film in the first place. I for one found it exquisitely erotic (and frequently sweetly funny with the lovers' DIY approach to S&M), even - or especially, perhaps - in its more extreme moments, all of which handled beautifully by the two non-professional leads. The pared-down visual style gives the movie an edge and intensity, as if you're watching real people in a documentary rather than a fiction film. The movie's English title is explained in the shattering last line. It would sound glib to call this a REALM OF THE SENSES for millennium's end but that's the comparison that comes to mind.

As I recall, in G. Lucas' film "THX-1138" there was a television channel that featured nothing but a robot beating a naked person with his billy club. When I first saw this, I laughed out loud at the obvious satire of our society's need for sex and violence in our entertainment. I had much the same feeling after seeing this film.

At first the film seemed like a competent look at how two people in love want to explore every aspect of each other's bodies. The initial mild S&M just seemed like a logical extension of that exploration. But when the beatings bordered on mutual self destruction, I immediately saw this as lampooning our society's need for ever increasing "kicks" to satisfy our insatiable lust for ever increasing degradation of the human body.

The director suckered us in and punched us right in the gut! Bravo!.

I just got back from seeing the new Korean film "Lies," a portrayal of a consensual BDSM relationship between an 18-year-old student and a 38-year-old sculptor.

First, the bad stuff: it's not a very good movie. Amateurishly filmed, with shaky camera work and some of the weirdest directorial decisions I've ever seen. This is not "Last Tango In Paris" or anything like it.

But if you can get past that, what's left at the core is one of the most sympathetic, honest and realistic portrayals I've ever seen of BDSM as it's actually played. The two types of players -- the sculptor is a primary sadomasochist, whose needs for BDSM play are strong, innate and non-situation-dependent; the student is a secondary sadomasochist, who derives her enjoyment of BDSM from her partner's reaction -- are accurately and sympathetically portrayed. Consent is scrupulously observed, with plenty of check-ins and other good communciation. The emotional reactions to play are dead-on. The bad things that happen in the movie take place because of outside intervention by the vanilla world, not because there's anything wrong or sick about the couple themselves.

As far as I could tell, most of the scenes of BDSM play were real, not staged or faked -- and they're intense. Switchings, canings, paddlings -- with lingering camera shots afterwards of welts and bruises. (One scat play scene was apparently faked, which was OK by me - shudder.) Some of the play was not up to community standards of safe technique; a shot of a garden hose thudding down right across the woman's kidneys had me cringing. But it also seemed true to what might happen in a culture which provides no information or support for its kinkyfolk.

Well worth seeing in a theater if you live in an urban center where it's showing, or adding to your video collection later on if you can find it.

In Seoul, the eighteen years old student Y (Tae Yeon Kim) decides to meet the thirty-eight years old sculptor J (Sang Hyun Lee) and loose her virginity with him. After a few sexual meetings with J, Y is introduced in SM games, being spanked by Y and becoming addicted in sadomasochistic practice. "Gojitmal" is a very unconventional and daring love story. I saw this DVD on sale and I was really surprised with the boldness of Tae Yeon Kim, Sang Hyun Lee and director Sun-Woo Jang. When I worked in South Korea, I found a Confucian society, with costumes and moral values totally different from western societies, and I respected that a lot. My local colleagues informed me that, for example, the exhibition in the movie theaters of Louis Malle 's "Damage" had been forbidden, since their society would never understand the situation of a father having an affair with the wife of his son. At least, the "soju" remains the same in the present days. Therefore, when I saw that "Gojitmal", which is indeed a soft porn with very kinky sex, I was really astonished with the behavior of the characters. This movie is not bad, but it is interesting to read that most of the IMDb viewers liked it: the camera is amateurish, the lead actor and actress do not have the usual standard pattern of beauty and the locations are very simple. However, the screenplay is very unconventional and provocative, slightly recalling "The Last Tango in Paris", and the presentation looks like a documentary. "Gojitmal" is recommended for very specific audiences only. My vote is six.

Title (Brazil): "Mentiras" ("Lies")

...but this South Korean hunk of porn with pretensions was. The account of an S&M relationship between a schoolgirl and a dirty old man, LIES keeps making feints at art-movieness that suggest the silly "socially redeeming" side of stuff like I AM CURIOUS YELLOW. (In one particularly embarrassing conceit, the non-actors playing the leads discuss their discomfort at doing sex scenes.

Ah, the Brechtianness of it all!) To think that crap like Catherine Breillat's ROMANCE and this monstrosity get shown in America's arthouses, while the latest Bela Tarr, Godard and Hou are sitting on the shelf, is an injustice of Katherine Harris proportions.