Hong Sang-newest soo’s Walk Up, which aired with The Novelist’s Film earlier this year, is another boutique noir that examines his recurring themes of artistic discontent and creative stagnation. Saturated with the South Korean auteur’s typical conversation exchanges, this monochromatic joy stands out among his recent works, with a refreshing concentration on visuals rather than phrases. The chiaroscuro of light and shadow captured the complexity of friendship and romance within one attractive walk-up in Seoul.
The film slides into a mundane start right outside the walk-up owned by Ms. Kim (Lee Hye-yeong), an established interior designer, who greets her old friend Byungsoo (Kwon Hae-hyo), an internationally-renowned arthouse filmmaker, and his daughter Jeongsu (Park Mi-so) seeking her tutorship.
As Jeongsu soon confides in Ms. Kim about Byungsoo’s cowardice and avoidance as a husband and father, the age-old tale of a two-faced artist comes to the fore. While Jeongsu serves as a one-off introduction to his domestic past life, Byungsoo as the film’s protagonist proceeds to move up this building one floor at a time, seeking fangirl admiration and financial security.
Hong takes a minimalistic, expressionistic approach to maneuvering space and time within the building. Combined with precise cinematography that accentuates its architectural varieties, his seamless edits piece together Byungsoo’s scattered life as a struggling artist and serial dater. The result is a grayscale scroll unfolding upwards on screen – and Byungsoo failing upwards in his personal and professional life.
Hypnotized by Hong’s intricately miscellaneous mise-en-scenes along with his silvery guitar scores, we comfortably doze off to a series of tipsy conversations about various conundrums of maintaining relationships and making art. These repetitive, naturalistic dialogues laced with jealousy and insecurity are a charming staple of Hong’s authorship. Few other filmmakers can transform these fickle, impalpable yet visceral matters into gripping storytelling with impeccable pace and flow.
Hong’s films often resemble personal journals, reflecting on particular stages of his real-life – reimagined with pseudo-autobiographical protagonists. In this sense, Walk Up is no exception.
Without leaving his comfort zone, Hong expands the margins of his repertoire just a little bit more in this film anchored by a new theme of an artist’s incompatibility with domesticity. Perhaps he made this film with his own failed marriage and estranged daughter in mind, while nevertheless diving headfirst into the infinite questioning of his art and the incessant pursuit of his muse – just like Byungsoo.
