Parasite

this film didn’t entertain me the way “blockbusters” usually do. It made me uncomfortable. It made me REALLY angry. It made me afraid. It made me question what kind of person I am. at first, I laughed cause the poor Kim family is clever, charming, and desperate. Watching them in their way into the rich Park household felt almost or completely like a game. But slowly, that fun started to rot just like the smell they talk about in the movie. That smell that separates the poor from the rich. That invisible, that invisible barrier. the genius of “Parasite” is how real it feels. Because let’s be honest, haven’t we all felt like outsiders at some point? Like we didn’t belong? Like we had to pretend, lie or etc ourselves to fit into a world we weren’t born into? but the film isn’t just about money. It’s about dignity, shame, and the quiet violence of inequality. It shows how poverty isn’t just a lack of money it’s a cage, a trap, a constant state of survival. And it shows how even the “nice” rich people can still be blind to the pain they step over. by the end, I wasn’t sure who to blame. Everyone was a little right, a little wrong.  “Just ‘cause you’re right, that doesn’t mean i’m wrong.”—The outfield.  Everyone was a parasite in some way. when the final scene played, I cried. Not because it was tragic although it is. I cried because it felt too close to home. Because it reminded me that dreams don’t always save us. That hard work isn’t always enough. And that sometimes, life is just brutally unfair.