lee byung-hun as kim sun-woo in a bittersweet life suffered more than any character in any movie or tv show I've ever seen (and I’ve seen a lot of media in this genre). like I was actually extremely shocked by the amount and degree of pain and torture they put him through????
it's like they killed him about a dozen times in this movie and just kept repeatedly shooting at his corpse again and again and it still hurt every time. and now I think I'm traumatized :( like a part of me died when he comforted himself by telling himself “it’s okay” — while covered in his own blood after getting stabbed multiple times — because he literally didn’t have anybody to comfort him. and yeah coming from someone who loves seeing her favorite fictional characters go through the worst kind of hell, I genuinely want nothing but love and happiness and lots of hugs for him. someone please wrap this poor guy in blankets and protect him from all the harm in the world please :(
please he’s just a little guy :(
In-ho’s books.
Does anyone who speaks Korean happen to know what it says on his shelves? This is season 1 episode 2. The time stamp is around 28:45. I’ve managed to work these out:
Fiction
Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger
Basic Writings of Nietzche
Desire and its interpretations by Jacques Lacan
3 Unknown (appear to be fiction, titles are Korean, sit next to Van Gogh)
1 Unknown (first book from left next to Nietzche’s)
Seminar XI: Four Basic Concepts of Psychoanalysis by Jacques Lacan (credit: afterubleedout-blog for finding it)
Visual
Picasso’s Blue and Rose Period
Van Gogh: The Complete Collection
A Claude Monet book (unclear)
Renée Margritte’s Empires of Light (I believe a picture of her paintings is also hanging on his wall)
There is another shelf on the top left with more books but I think it would be virtually impossible to recognize them unless you already knew it by the spines.
"Rain", Hermann Hesse (1877-1962), Wandering: Notes and Sketches
Apparently the Squid Game director made the cast test out the pentathlon game to figure out the right time limit, and now all I can picture is a cursed behind-the-scenes AU where Inho is like:
“Circle guards, we’re playtesting. Mask up. Game time.”
So now you’ve got a bunch of poor exhausted guards, who thought today was just gonna be corpse disposal and trauma, suddenly lined up for Red Light, Green Light like it’s gym class. And then Inho shows up—fully masked, trench coat flapping in the wind like some kind of dystopian PE teacher—and joins the game.
He’s doing everything with them, completely dead serious. They’re crawling through the honeycomb challenge and Inho’s right there, carving his shape with surgeon-level precision, muttering “Inconsistent sugar texture. We need a 12.3% longer boil.” like it’s a bomb diffusal exercise.
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Pages stained with coffee rings, thoughts blooming between lines, and light spilling into rooms where art and study meet. A life paced by paragraphs, warmed by stillness.
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