Parasite

holy. crap. this freaking movie. the kim family is brilliant. but none of it matters in the end, because you can say all the right things and still be betrayed by who you are at your core. which makes me wonder if staying invisible is actually the safer option or whether the hiding itself is what kills you. the most dangerous thing isn't being found out, it’s wanting to be. at some point the performance gets so good you forget what you were performing over, and being truly known starts to feel more terrifying than everything else combined. but the people who decide the risk is worth it, those are the ones i find myself thinking about. the ones who are scared and do it anyway. anywho what bong did bong smoke to make this masterpiece because if i had an OUNCE of his creativity id be halfway to the moon rn