3-Iron

This Korean import is an odd little film. First we meet a strange young man who breaks into the homes of people who are away and indulges himself for a night or two. Then, rather than stealing anything, he replaces and cleans everything he used, fixes broken objects in the house, and tidies up for the absent owners. He then moves along. One of the houses he breaks into is home to an equally silent young house wife who has been battered by her jerk of a husband. The two run off together on a silent journey (neither of the two leads says a word to each other in the entire film). While reaching for the sublime, this film becomes ridiculous. There are some truly funny scenes, that I am not convinced were entirely intentional, such as when the male protagonist uses the titular golf club to hit a ball which flys through the windshield of a car, killing a woman (trust me, the scene ends up much funnier than it sounds). It just goes to show than in an era of sound films, one cannot develop a convincing relationship by visuals alone. Speech, however minimal it may be, is a necessary part of reality and therefore, cinema.