Not enough drop kicks!
In the world of Memories of Murder nothing is safe. You're out for a walk—BAM—drop kicked. You're having a conversation with some friendly officers of the law—BAM—drop kicked. You're shown some fruit—BAM—you know the drill. I think somewhere in this there was a plot about murder or something, but its really just a PSA about the high risk of getting kicked in the chest while minding your own business.
As good as this was I've been ruined since watching Cure. Nothing from the crime-thriller genre will ever hit like that did for me.