No Heaven, but Love. (2023)

A heartfelt journey through the film

Love was in the tiny moments. I was mesmerized, completely drawn into the slow, magical love between the main characters, Joo Yung and Yeji. There was something in them—an undeniable attraction, a quiet admiration—that pulled me into the little sea of their love. Joo Yung’s adorable puppy-like eyes gazing at Yeji melted me like ice cream.

My heart skipped a beat when Yeji suddenly kissed Joo Yung after the confession. I was in heaven watching that bold move! Love stars sparkled in front of my eyes, and I couldn't help but deeply imagine—what would happen if I got my first kiss unexpectedly from someone I secretly love and admire?

The joy they felt at the beach made me feel like I was right there with them. Together, we were living in the beauty of the moment, sharing laughter, craziness, and companionship. It was so lovely to watch.

But along with these tiny, beautiful moments came painful struggles. Anger took over me when the despicable school teacher sexually harassed the girls. It revealed the dark reality of life—how some human monsters prey on the vulnerable. My heart shattered into little pieces watching Joo Yung’s best friend silently endure the trauma inflicted by her taekwondo teacher. It was devastating. And when Yeji took a picture of Joo Yung as she left her house—something to hold onto in moments of longing—my heart ached.

The movie also exposed the dark side of the law—how power enables some people to commit crimes without consequences, just like the disturbed taekwondo teacher.

Overall, I felt every moment deeply. A huge thanks to the cast, director, cinematographer, and everyone involved in making this film. It was an unforgettable experience.

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