Journal of a Lockdown No. 53
I'm taking some time off my academic reading, taking a chill pill for the day. Today reminds me of my time in Sydney: laid-back and relaxed, taking each moment as it goes without a dash of worry. For the first time in many months, I slept at 2 AM as I watched two episodes of The King: Eternal Monarch on Netflix. Is this the golden age of Korean cinema, or what? Parasite, Descendants of the Sun, Misty, Yong Pal—I've seen them. Those who dismiss Korean shows as mere Korean shows are missing the entire point: they are good pieces of art. I have come to enjoy them because, compared to American and European films, there is less sex (if any, at all) and more innocence and purity. The romance does not involve premarital sex. The good guys and the bad guys are clearly delineated. The music is extraordinary. They offer such clean fun. Too bad the next episodes of The King will come out next week. My friend Karen told me to watch them on Sunday evenings so I can binge on two episodes in rapid succession.