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I’m struck by how Yoo Hyun-mok fuses Italian Neorealism with a distinctly Korean sense of moral paralysis, creating a portrait of post-war despair that still feels uncomfortably present. The film’s cramped interiors, handheld street scenes, and jarring cuts trap the viewer inside the same psychological claustrophobia that consumes its characters. Rather than depicting dramatic collapse, Obaltan sh…