Moebious

 

In Kim Ki-duk's film, the provocative turns to mundane. And, for us (alienated by real world expectators), this exercise of pure contemplation of spechless bodies, it's an experience (physical, for moments) of surprise, an in-your-face (or genitals) rush of bloody depravations and dark enjoyment. I feel quite confident saying that, this, being my second film by Ki-duk (after the romantic 3-Iron [2004]), I can distinguish his manners and style, and like it a lot. Maybe my frailty for movies with minimal dialogue, but both of what I've seen have been tought and feeling—erotical—indusors. Moebious is far from being the imaginative and allegorical cinematic narrative silent meditation of the other one I've seen from the director, it fails at being so explicit in its metaphoric ideas (again, related to budist religion), but the weird and perverse expectacle it offers it's not one to deny. As an expectacle of bizarreness and perversion, it's pricking funny. A good double feature with Tsai Ming-liang's The Wayward Cloud (2005), which is maybe Tsai's weakest (he is better when he is not that explicit), bur it's also a really disturbing erotical quiet contemplative flick.