Kim’s output reaches a stunning climax here in a film that marries strong characterization with glossy production values in a story that could only come from this singular filmmaker. A silent young man (Jae Hee) breaks into people’s houses, eats their food, wears their clothes, does their laundry and then leaves. But when he is caught by a reclusive, subjugated housewife (Lee Seung-yeon), they form an unlikely partnership that offers the possibility of hope, escape and freedom for them both. Perhaps the most optimistic of Kim’s films to-date, 3-iron is beautiful, surreal, perverse and almost dream-like in execution and deservedly won four awards at Venice that year, including Best Director.

This is an extract from a feature I wrote for Badass Digest here