I expected some kind of slick commercial comedy starring Korean punkrock band Crying Nut in a wacky search for a killer with a Bruce Lee fetish.
What I got instead was a freewheeling video experiment starring Korean punkrock band Crying Nut in a wacky search for a killer with a Bruce Lee fetish, mixed in with random snippets of other stories (such as the jilted sepia bride with beautiful legs), concert footage, people of all nations talking about living in Korea, skateboard tricks, Korean keystone cop chases, rockenroll boxing segments and endless musings on the creative process, all set to an original Crying Nut soundtrack with everything from punk rock, rawk ballad, ska core, hip hop and acapella crucifixion.
To quote one of the characters in the film: “What… happened?” The story is the merest trace element but Crying Nut are gentlemen on a journey, and the journey here is a collection of entirely unrelated oddments which weirdly come together to capture the confusion of living in Seoul. I’m *still* looking for Bruce Lee, but after I deep-sixed my preconceptions, I got some kicks out of this mixed-up flick.