Homesex movieSeom (2000) Movie Sex & Nudity

Seom (2000) Movie Sex & Nudity

A number of female prostitutes engage in fornication and adultery with their male customers in this film. During one sex scene the breasts and butt of one prostitute is shown. During another sex scene the breasts of a prostitute are shown. There are other clothed sex scenes between the female prostitutes and their male customers.
A prostitute has her top removed during an altercation with a suicidal man. Her nude torso from her waist up is shown while she fights the man off and proceeds to ride a boat from a floating shelter back to her lake shore home.
A nude prostitute is shown lying on her back submerged underwater in the base of a row boat. Only a spiked grass plant is covering her vagina, but the rest of the front of her nude body is clearly seen through the water.


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Desire is the last reason

In fact, life is more like a knife, cutting us piece by piece. We are fish on the chopping board. Our meat is cut off and put into the water. Fortunately, we are still alive, lucky enough to cry. Everything will die bit by bit, and finally it is the turn of the death of the body. It is the greatest misfortune of our mankind to leave the body to die at the end.

An unrealistic assumption is like this: we get rid of the redundant things in life, and we become nihilistic and meaningless. As Kundera said, what will be left in the face of the unbearable lightness of life? Primitive carnal desire, no doubt, desperate carnal desire.

I remember it was a muggy afternoon. Kim Kidd’s “drifting desire room” made me feel difficult to breathe. Despair was so thick, like paint coating your body. What supported two people who had no tomorrow to wake up again and again in despair. The next day, this is what the film will show you, the despair and hope in the softest part of human nature.

The opening was a beautiful scene, beautiful enough to be carried by people’s heart. Kim Kidd, who has studied art, is like painting a splash painting. The small house floating on the water is ashamed in the fog, the water and fog blend, and the ash is soaked with blue. In the back, this painting appears every morning, in conflict with the ugliness and unbearable sharpness of human nature.

These are two ugly people ravaged by life: a woman who no longer speaks. Some people say she is mute. In fact, I think she is more like a person soaked by loneliness, or desperate to no longer express herself to the world; She ferried all day, sent some vacationers to a small house floating on the water to have sex, and occasionally sold her body to survive. Another, a fugitive, killed his betrayal girlfriend and fled to this water area. Both of them had a cold face and remained silent. The silence precipitated a thick past, but the director only gave us some secret words. It felt like he told us some secrets and negotiated with us. You know, I know. For example, he showed us women’s cupboards full of men’s clothes, such as men’s dexterous hands. It’s not hard to imagine how safe and warm the past was, like the fog on the water every morning.

What we have witnessed with our own eyes is the rough, hard and embarrassing life after the fog has dissipated.

Emotion is a wonderful thing. The man saw the woman selling her body in the blue house across the night. The woman stabbed the knife into the man’s leg when the man wanted to shoot herself. A mutual compassion in a cold environment arises. If we don’t hold each other together, we will die. The colder it is, the more eager it is to embrace or feel, and this kind of compassion is not about the past or the future. This ease will make life at a loss.

The film is very quiet. There are few lines from beginning to end, not to mention the two protagonists. However, we see the surging love and desire in the quiet.

“Since you can call the bed, you must be able to talk. If you talk, I’ll pay you.”

A prostitute forced the woman to speak. The woman’s eyes shot fire hatred. She picked up the money sprinkled on the water one by one and spread it under the newspaper to dry, and then retaliated against the men who bullied her. She looked as if she were the most humble and greatest ruler of the waters.

Women’s despair is expressed by their hatred of the world, and men’s despair is expressed by silence. The man fished all day and then let it go. Repeat. Weave some fairy tale toys with iron wire. That day, he gave the little man made of wire to the woman on the swing. It’s so simple. Love grows up in a cold environment and breaks down the strong hate like the ancient castle built by women. You can imagine that it even collapses in an instant. In the woman’s silent smile, we even heard the sound of hate peeling off and the sound of happiness overflowing. In the past, I think someone used to describe something as strong and fragile, but now, I suddenly understand that many opposite sides are interlinked. The more extreme, the closer.

She changed and rubbed it off with a rubber. At the same time, she wished she was different in his eyes. So when they sat side by side by the water and the man wanted to possess her, she had such a strong resistance. What she hates is not desire, not men, but men who treat her as frivolously as other clients. At that moment, I was moved by the woman, no matter how heavy her past was, no matter how many times she sold her flesh, no matter how much she hated the world in her heart, she was different in love, she was so simple, sacred, so eager for love, like holy water to wash her previous life. She happily cut off the past, and the man’s behavior tightly connected the past. After her fortress turned into ruins, she wanted to see the sun, but she was stripped naked and had nowhere to avoid. The wound was so deep because there was no defense.

She kicked him into the water with disappointment in her eyes. The man didn’t understand. He thought she was just deliberately high. Men have never separated love from sex. They believe that women’s rejection of love means their rejection of love; Women’s rejection of sex is precisely because of their attention and worship of love. This doomed a man and a woman to go through twists and turns together.

The man called a prostitute to show her, because only her ferry could get to each house. It was raining heavily. The man and the prostitute stayed in the room. All day, he played with the iron wire in his hand to weave a fairy tale. He tortured her pride, he did it, she hurt, very painful. In this world, what is more dangerous than sex is love, and what is more dangerous is being different. The prostitute fell in love with this different client, so quiet. When love comes into being on one side, the other can’t refuse sex. At night, he had sex with prostitutes. She showed her head from the toilet and laughed at him with a contemptuous expression. Once he had sex with prostitutes, in this game, he lost, from torture to torture.

I believe you still remember the identity of a man, a murderer. He owes nothing but debt in this society. One day, the police came to the water to search house by house. He was frightened and swallowed a fishhook to kill himself. Why a fishhook? I can’t help but marvel at the director’s genius. Isn’t the pulling and pulling of the fish hook in the body the ravage of life on the spirit? The woman put him in the water. After the police left, she fished him out of the water and took tweezers to get the hooks out of his throat one by one. After that, the woman made love with him, used sex to heal the wound, and paralyzed the pain with this feeling. I don’t know whether sex is really better than anesthetic, but she saved him. What I always remember is that he was caught like a fish and there was nothing I could do. In the later scenes, the director almost compares them with a strong simile. Two vacationers caught a fish from the river, cut off pieces of fish with a knife, and put the fish into the water. The water turned red, the fish swam away, and it was still alive in pain. He is a fish, she is also a fish, they were sliced off their flesh, and they are still alive with pain.

She held him, and the fan fanned his open mouth, quiet and warm. In fact, from the moment he came, he and she were tied together.

The reason why love is more dangerous than sex is that love is about spirit. People often worship love related to spirit as an oracle. Prostitutes fell in love with him and often came to him. She was very sad because he was her quiet man and could not be someone else’s. Later, she accidentally killed the prostitute. She calmly pushed the electric car into the water with the prostitute. In the water, she watched those things sink slowly, and we watched as well. She killed him again. She came to find the prostitute. She was a pimp. Since then, the fate of the two people has been tightly tied together. The man is more desperate, falling from one kind of despair to another. From then on, he will have to live with her. If living is a suffocating silence, what is the difference between a day and more than ten years.

They sat on the small yellow house. The woman watched in horror as the man caught a fish, chopped it with a knife, caught another one and chopped it again. Blood splashed all over his face; Until he caught the fish that had been stripped of meat, as if he took a mirror to see him and her. The fish stirred in the softest place in his heart. He let go of the fish and decided to leave here.

A woman’s love for him has a kind of arrogant and autocratic stubbornness. She won’t let him leave. Because she can’t speak, it’s easier to see through some expressions. She threw the wire fairy tale he gave her into the water and the bird cage into the water. So far, I saw the most powerful lens expression of despair. The bird cage was thrown into the water, the cage sank, and the bird fluttered its wings in the cage to watch it sink; You can fly, you know, you can fly high in the sky, but because the cage closes it, you can only sink to the bottom of the water. This is a painful despair. He is a bird, and her love is the cage.

A cage is looking for a bird.

Not accustomed to water at night, he cut off the big oil bucket under the drifting house and left here with it. The oil bucket floated away and he struggled in the water. She appeared again. She was the witch on the water. She took the fishhook to save him, reminded him again and reminded us that you are the fish with meat removed. You can only live here. He pulled the hook with his hands. She looked up at the hook. She proudly played a game of torturing him. This time, she decided.

After she caught him, she carefully picked out the thorns embedded in his palm one by one. There was a glittering hook with flesh and blood. He was angry, beat her, kicked him, and desperately kicked her lower body. He hated her for binding him with desire and confusing him with desire. It seemed that without sexual desire, he could open the cage and fly to the sky freely, as if all this originated from the desire of the flesh. Kicking her out of control, he attributed all his despair here. After kicking, I realized that there was a woman who had used sex to heal him, who had warmed him and been warmed by him. So he made love with her. It was as turbulent and desperate as the end of the world. He didn’t vent his desire. He just wanted to let it end as soon as it began, even if it was a farewell ceremony.

He still wanted to leave madly, as if he smelled the breath of death.

The next day, he drove her motorboat away. The woman was desperate. She put the fishhook into her lower body. Can the physical pain make people forget the mental pain for the time being. She pulled the hook and shouted. It was her only voice in the film. When the man came back by boat, he still loved her. The woman poured her life into her last bet, and she won. Like she had saved her, he fished her out of the water, took the hook out of her lower body, held her and fanned her with a fan, just as she had done for him. The mutual destruction in the love world is irreparable. Love and hate are intertwined. No one knows how to be right and wrong.

They lay side by side in the middle of the house, as if they had loved each other for a hundred years. The wind swept over and gently blew up the curtains. Beg for all the destruction to stop. I love you and touch you through your bones. I love you with the power of stabbing you with twelve knives. I love you, I don’t know how hard I love you

One day, the salvage team picked up the bloody past from the bottom of the water. The woman looked calmly and installed the engine on the house. The Yellow drifting house went away and became a point. The lens was harmonious, beautiful and picturesque.

When the camera became clear again, the man floated out of the water and looked around blankly. There was a green reed in the water. He swam in. Then the reed became smaller and smaller in the camera and became the lower body of the woman. The woman lay quietly on the old boat in the water. The end condenses the full meaning of the story. When everything becomes nothingness and light enough for life, flesh desire is the only truth and the only meaning of survival. This is the instinct of human beings, as creatures.

Ideals, hopes, dreams and even feelings are actually gorgeous clothes. They make people look like noble people, high sounding survival, accept order, morality and rationality. Thank God for the existence of fairness and unfairness, Pandora for all the gorgeous clothes, which let us live in a hypocritical and reasonable society that knows shame.

It is meaningless to discuss the distance between sex and love in this film.

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