"Seeking
revenge is the best cure for someone who has been hurt. The loss of 15 years,
the pain of losing your wife and child—all this can be forgotten. Revenge
is good for your health, but what happens after you've had your revenge? I bet
that hidden pain probably emerges again." —Yoo Ji-Tae, Oldboy
Korean
director Park Chan-wook's 2003 opus Oldboy—the second in a trilogy bookended by 2002's Sympathy
For Mr. Vengeance
and 2005's Lady Vengeance—is an ultra-super-mega revenge movie, as extravagantly
ornate as the subgenre has ever been conceived. (It's only natural that Quentin
Tarantino, in the middle of prepping his own revenge epic Kill Bill, would be head of the Cannes jury
that awarded it the Grand Jury Prize. He reportedly advocated for it to win
over the politicized Palme D'Or-winner Fahrenheit 9/11, which seems in retrospect like an
embarrassingly shortsighted choice.) Oldboy isn't the easiest movie to defend,
because its considerable ambitions are masked by an over-the-top stylization
that appeals more to Asia Extreme fanboys than buttoned-down cineastes.
Yet there's
more to Oldboy
than meets the eye. Or at least as much as meets the eye, anyway. It's opera.
It's Greek tragedy. Of the films in Park's trilogy, it best expresses the
delicious satisfaction of revenge and the hollowness of it, too, as the
fulfillment of planning and executing gives way to a devastating hangover once
it's accomplished. In Park's view, when men carry revenge in their hearts,
there's no room for anything else; where another person might respond to loss
through reflection and mourning, a vigilante suffers from tragic, all-consuming
myopia. The fact that the grand scheme in Oldboy is so ridiculously elaborate makes
it all the more powerful: It would one thing for a wronged man just to stab his
foe in a dark alley, but a plan that unfolds over 15-plus years, at absurd
expense and intricacy, raises the dramatic stakes considerably. The mood is so
heightened that it's hard to know whether to laugh or cry.
(Note: It's
at this point that I'd advise those who haven't seen the film to take leave.
There's no way I can discuss it without getting into spoiler territory and it's
best to know as little about the story as possible going in.)
In a
full-barreled performance that ranges from giddy to feral to heartbreakingly
desperate and exposed, Choi Min-Sik stars as Dae-su, an ordinary Seoul
businessman who's first shown detained by the police after a hard night of
drinking. His friend Joo-hwan (Ji Dae-han) bails him out, but shortly
thereafter, Dae-su simply disappears into the night and isn't heard from again.
The next time we see Dae-su, he's locked up in a sparsely furnished studio
apartment with a twin bed, an exposed bathroom, a TV to mark the time and keep
him company, and not much else. Food comes through a slot under the steel door,
and it's always the same: Fried pot stickers and deliverymen who are deaf to
his pleadings. Once in a while, a little music kicks in, the room fills up with
gas, and he doesn't know what's being done to him while he's blacked out.
Who has
locked him up and why? He doesn't know, but in the meantime, he staves off
madness by sculpting his body (his knuckles are scarred from the punching the
walls) and chipping away at the outside wall with an errant chopstick. The
years pass and suddenly and without comment, he's released after 15 years in
confinement. ("After 11 years," he says later, "it felt like home.") Though
he's stuck on the question of why he was locked up, the scarier question may be
why he was set free. When an anonymous stranger supplies him with a cell phone
and a wallet full of cash, the game is officially afoot. Dae-su's only ally is
Mi-do (Gang Hye-Jung), an attractive young sushi chef who experiences a spark
of recognition in meeting him and takes him back to her apartment.
Park keeps
the audience in the dark, too, so we're just as confused and uneasy as Dae-su.
When the perpetrator is finally revealed to be Lee Woo-jim (Yoo Ji-Tae), an
eerily implacable rich guy who resides in an ultra-modern penthouse overlooking
the city, we slowly get an idea of how far he's gone to turns the screws on
Dae-su. Just a quick itemization of what he's done: Kidnapped Dae-su and kept
him in confinement for 15 years, an operation that involved numerous deliverymen,
henchman, and a hypnotist; killed Dae-su's wife and pinned the murder on him;
manipulated Dae-su's daughter, also through a hypnotist, to where she would be
receptive to him and wind up sleeping with him; and tracked them both inside
and outside through heavy surveillance including bugs, cameras, and online
chatrooms. At no point in 15 years does Dae-su go unwatched by Woo-jim ("I'm a
scholar and what I study is you") and at no point in 15 years does he really
have control over his own fate, even once he's on the outside.