From the loose fibers inside his skull Chan-Wook paints these sick, disturbing, colorful, cornea-cutting catacombs of cortex-crunching, creative climaxes on a curving canvas of lost breath. Just caught the red-band trailer of his newest, Thirst, looks like more of the same. (In no way is that a bad thing)
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