This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Catherine in Jules et Jim constantly resets her romantic relationships with infidelity that instills a distrust that proves fatal. Daniel Craig’s James Bond falls into a similar disposition. Both are individuals whose social circumstances and the larger systems that control them, cause them to become stunted in their ability to emotionally express themselves. Whereas Catherine is bombastic, bohemian in her ultimately emotional expressions that are ultimately condemned to be empty, Bond is much more calculated and stoic in his form…
A real man and the unreal women in his life. It is probably best to widen that scope, a real man and the overwhelming sense of unreality that he pushes himself towards. Pushed towards as an exaggerated reaction over a minor criminal accusation—or is that just an excuse for an artist to escape from a lack of creative motivation and maybe some uncommunicated marital strife. I don’t know, but Hong’s fixation on arrivals and a complete remove from departures leads…
A comment on the bloodlust of imperial society that drains the life force of its citizens. Forcing people to react with a similar mindset in order to survive and play their role in the system. I think? Which means you get to watch Juliet Berto have fun with knives and other sharp objects. And I too roll around on the floor to feel something other than this anxious existence.