My Generation

My Generation. In other words: how small and authentic can a film be? A sensitive film about young people, most of them poor, who live on the edge of Seoul. The pictures are largely in black & white. The largest part is made up of following a poor photographer and video maker and his equally poor girlfriend. The circumstances also add elements of a crime story. They are a modest and rather shy couple, but they’re genuinely fond of each other. The man dreams of being a director, but for now he only occasionally shoots a wedding. One day his girlfriend falls victim to fraud. Then they have even less, and maybe even the camera will have to be sold. Low-budget would not really be the right word for this film, as it was probably made with absolutely nothing. Nothing more than the efforts of the director and the actors (for whom the word actor is also not suitable; they are who they are). As a result of this, the film acquires a charming intimacy. The result is so realistic that it touches on the anthropological: an investigation of the seamy side of a country that is apparently not flourishing for everyone everywhere. The film is also so close to its characters that it seems to coincide. This achieves an authenticity that is no less than moving. (GjZ)