Pollen (Ha Kil-jong, 1972)
speaking of exciting excess. a lower class man is brought into a wealthy house (called “The Blue House” in some of the most daringly blunt state critique ever put on film) on the boy-toy benevolence of the patriarch. the patriarch’s (adult) daughter experiences menarche pretty much on his entry, then runs away and spends an innocent night together with the man. this stirs a crazed, distrusting jealousy in all the house’s residents, which boils to brutal repression on the couple’s return.
horrifying, loaded with symbolism, part skewering allegory of Park Chung-hee’s dictatorship, part trademark Korean psychosexual melodrama. i can’t believe they got away with it (though maybe they didn’t, or at least not cleanly). and as if it couldn’t get better, Shin Jung-hyeon did the music.