By Han Gong-Ju is incredible. It’s easily the best film I’ve seen at the New York Asian Film Festival thus far and among the best I’ve seen in a long time.
It’s also extremely depressing, to the point where I’m not sure I can really write about it. But I can’t in good conscience not give it my sincerest recommendation. If you’re in New York, it’s playing at MoMA for the next week. Tickets can be bought here.
Whether we end up with a full review or not, go see Han Gong-Ju.
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