Expect random references to Truffaut, scenes of lonely looking people in Paris, overcomplicated camera angles, self-indulgent dialogue, overwrought plot lines. Rooms are dark. Bar scenes are darker. Lights flicker in dingy bathrooms. The husband's named Jules (and yes, there are references to Jules et Jim). There are better ways for directors to use their own life experiences. This one's like peeping into a teenager's diary as she wonders what it'd be like to be a woman of a certain age. A woman of the world! She thinks, and agonizes over her confused identity as she loses herself between Paris and Seoul. How romantic, how exciting.

There's no alterity here. Nothing remotely interesting. It's truly a shame if this is what Korean independent films have to offer.