This is a stunning, tour de force masterpiece of a film, it is one where everything works, from the themes, set design, (the house was gorgeous) to the cinematography, to the acting, it was funny, it was devastating in the same few frames. The acting, from the amiable smugness of Mr. Park, the elitist charm of Mrs. Park, the heavy dignity of a breaking man in Kim, his brilliant children, and the cynical mother. The movie has the sharpness and depths as the knifes plunged into flesh late in the movies, funny, tragic, bloody climax.
The litter strewn slums, and the indignity of the basement apartment, the toilet spewing sewage, as the sister sits in defiance, smoking a cigarette, the elegance of the casual party on the lawn, shattered by the violence of revenge, bloodlust, resentment, the movies scenes are as haunting and tense, as anything I have ever seen. You can say the conclusion stretches, but I took it all as fantasy, the sheer impossibility of class mobility shown in a few scenes, of morse code and a child's dream to help his father.
I loved the meta aspect of everything, and there were things I probably didn't even catch. The "smell" of poverty, and the unspilled coffee cup as Mr. Park tests Kim's driving skills. I loved when Kevin was staring down at the elegant little afternoon party, the banality of wealth and privilege, in something that was "no big deal" to them, and says "Do I fit in", after remarking how relaxed and perfect everyone seems. I spend A LOT of time in that world myself, as more or less an equal of sorts, but I always wonder, if secretly, I don't really fit in there, nor in the more lower class areas that I was raised around. It a brilliant movie, I cannot even imagine seeing in Cannes at the festival, nor the sheer cruel irony of that in itself.