✒⚠ D♻ N♻T ReCycle ♻ Futility's Rubble °♻utstanding°
Naivety + Ignorance = Poisonous Vapor: Parasite's sly infiltration batters & asphyxiates before we recognize the peril. Parasite shoves us downstairs yelling: The surface calls🔊 R U awake? Climb out of your mausoleum & see. It studies symbiotic toxicities that cycle♻recycle as society clogs, bursts, & shards fly. We only shank us. The world of wealth rolls onto the 99% & it exposes its lax belly to the avalanching refuse, & the rotting left-backs lunge & slash to escape society's bilge pit. All are buried under the ma$$.
This is prime grade film. When Parasite cranked up Cannes 2019, those snobs were well in arrears to 🇰🇷 vis-à-vis recognition. By nipping a Palme🎖d'Or, Parasite pushed Kdramas uphill into the theatre d'Int'l acclaim👏👏
This film has a math cadence to it. Factor 1st a basement hovel. Foul fumes waft from the 1 interior door. The Kℹm fam exists here _X_ (Mom & Dad + daughter Ki-jung / “KJ” + son Ki-woo / “KW”. Feel the slick heat. Pause breath in dread of putrid bodies + odious vapor d'Dank 🚽. They're pondering 💸Problem$, but their break ends when a -stream〰〽 wets their sidewalk level window ~ That ain't water❕
SHOO‼😖
Depressing sums it up.
Do the math: -(Kℹm kids) +(Hℹ ℹQs) -(🎓=💸×💸) × -(acceptance is near impossible) > for what? = Kℹms do -(scrounge-work), like folding pizza boxes. What a waste of 🇰🇷 assets!
KW's friend, Min, who tutors the Park daughter, must study abroad. Min insists KW sub in when he's in 🇺🇸. He needs a placeholder as he intends to marry the Park 👑 Princess upon his return. In KW He Trusts. 'Don't worry! Mrs. Park ain't bright. If I refer you, she won't study your 📜credentials🎓 under a microscope,’ Min assures him.
The interview is our 1st sniff of the rank contrasts between the two families. Out of the cellar, KW walks the cobblestones up Up UP to the ambrosial air where the Parks r👀st. Beautifully lined with perfect houses, the area is emptied of life but for the perfectly aromatic gardens. Yet a niff of unease loiters on the verge.
When we enter Park Place, it's a jolt. Cheerless grey negative space meets visitants. Approaching drab minimalism, the Park Designer🏛Slab feels leaden + institutional - Like a basement. Perching in rarified air doesn't seal out d'Essence-of-cataomb.
Depressing sums it up.
The Parks trust Min, so they are perfectly content to rely on KW: The vent is opened for the Kℹms to release their T♻XINS. It starts w/ a sprinkle🌬 🌤Sis-KJ is just wizzy on the computer ▶ Counterfeits📜📑📃? No problem-ikah. 🌥KW muses to Mrs Park about a "famous" art therapist who helped another wealthy family's kid. If she'd like her son evaluated, he'll get her phone number ~ 😇? 🌦Enter "therapist" Sis-KJ. 🌧Once KJ's in playing therapist, she & KW hijack the driver. Soon, 🎶Papa's got a brand new pay✔check. 🌪For mom's pay✔, they a✖e Ms house🏛keeper (The Great Lee Jeong-eun) who's been OTJ since the slab was poured🌬
🔜 Kℹm-vaded, the Parks are now Kℹm-Fested unawares: + Frℹends-of-frℹends + former employers + a-z, etc = how they scored their new hℹres, they /thℹnk/. Watching Kℹms calculate ℹs an ℹmpressive thℹng, ℹndeed.
The Parks are away, so the Kℹms play house party in the hills. Featuring the meager green relief Parasite affords, windows span the Park's single not-shadow-hued wall & confront the backyard. A storm's brewing. Rain splats: Tatidee~tat. ⚡BOOM! as they swig Park liquor & lap the pomp. A warmer family than the Parks, the Kℹms have casual affection that's oft held hostage by flare-ups - much like Marines on leave: The ghost of latent threats lingers round their party's debris field. Suddenly, on this dark & stormy eve: Knock▫knock↔Crack⚡BOOM❗
🛑Someone's at the d👀r⚠
🚩It's Ms housekeeper⁉
📢⚡❕
💦I forgot a °thing° in the basement. May I come in? ☔
⚡ She's 🌧 saturated
💦Please? 😇❔
Next, "CRAZY" goes Full-Fugitive. Inhale as a miasma of toxicants proceeds to suffocate them in its spread to asphyxiate all earth.
⛈⛈⛈
Rain saturates P.
💧Showers gently wash the 1% uplands
💧Sprays flush stray grime
💦 Streams trickle down onto streets so quaint w/ the lush, thirsty vines that soften the block walls.
🌧 Torrents swell into a river that rushes into a squall, picking up volume as it fl🌀ws ⬇down⬇
All the way down, in the bo⬇⬇om's basement⤵🕳 are the Kℹms. Their neighborhood is repository for the slurry of dreck lifted in the 🌊 path. It's a grave site: A⬇⬇ descends on the -Dissed▶ weather+sewage + gov't regulations +waste + decay - The highland's dredge is discharged onto ▶them◀
The Kℹms are jettisoned from a spacious -(desolate, really) living room + (hunger sated & the dance of 🌧 a marvel) to ↘mired $h!thole↙ as we ride-or-die w/ them. Parasite is a coefficient of the senses: Hear▶ Grab what you can‼ See> What's IN this black GL👀P? Gross ‼🤢‼ Feel > legs·arms·torsos in Slimy wetness. Taste> Mouth Closed! (We only see Kℹms consume in P. In this scene, they literally eat $h!t). Smell> Don't breathe‼ Stanky sewage is slop, & filthy bodies the flopping pigs. L👀k again⤵ Rundown sch👀l-turned-crowded-shelter. Systemic grunge is layered from the years, like rings on a tree.
Studies show those who make it big or get that promo⬆ion, unawares or not, assume they are superior. Factor in reincarnation/prior-life sins & the 1% could glibly presume the poor deserve to be such. The system continually cranks out more entitleds who presume superiority along with the poor who hate them, believing the wealthy are obligated to share. +Agreed! They're /morally/ obligated × compelled to share🏧💓🕚.
⚠Futility: A dead 🖤 cannot be legislated into a living 💓 · A 🖤 bypasses laws.
OUR cycles will isolate & destroy us all, regardless of wealth. Parasite tries to jam the gears + slow the works, begging: ‘ST🛑P‼ Who is eating whom? Money can be a cage + a mildew that rots everything!’ The rich employ workers to perform basic tasks, to the point that they can no longer do - at all. (Who are the parasites?) All these workers know that all people have the same net intrinsic worth. They know, w/ disdain, that all their bosses are ready to be popped🎈 Reference: Mrs Park. She's a sheltered child playing at grown-up, only to display how t◻◻ many✖ch☑ices can o✔erwhelm.
P's also a ghoul-parade featuring choices that isolate. Greed retrofits the brazen into victims like⚡. At times, even the poor consume other poor souls, further cranking the ♻. A dearth of respect, compassion & humility keeps it ever♻churning.
Finally, Parasite is replete w/ metaphors to contrast colliding worlds: Trading places, solitary lives & fates flipping, 'Sub-level existence' + 'buried alive', as it were, give us a slap & shake. Be it crypts, vaults, basement apartments, plans, no plans, & plans that are actually not plans, but daydreams, rather: The poor sleep, eat, dress, live + learn differently. What they hear & taste is different. The poor even smell differently.
We all rotate the toxic cycle if we can't respect our extended 🌍 family. It takes effort to reverse a flow, but those who want to wrench the gears can do so. Start small. Make a heart connection, not a dollar💵dump. Are you 🤑? (Psst: In world hierarchy, the USA's mid-class is loaded). Give money, yes, but give more time, as humans are designed to be fulfilled when we help others + it's 3D glasses for the kids. Are you poor? Do your best + prioritize self-improvement + don't quit!! +Do what good you can. Appreciate what's done for you. Know that there's a level at which only /you/ can lift yourself higher. Nobody deserves to be born in 🇺🇸,🇰🇷, or 🇫🇷; rich or poor, frumpy or beautiful, thin or portly, etc. These are gifts or challenges that've been handed to us: (individually + collectively).
⚠Futility: The Parks have Perks, but never allow 👁 or 💰 to flow to the sufferig♻masses underneath.
The Parks colonize a truth-proof illusion🎈 Truth has a habit of puncturing through, though. They aren't as well-off as they imagine: All near a Park see W💰N, not One; money poisons it all. The Parks are spectres. They don't eat/love/live in P. While not actively evil, they're 'ho-hum'. The world is Chock O' Nutz full of the weak-minded & indifferent. We could argue a few ♻ about whether that = evil. It doesn't matter in the end, b/c a weak/indifferent populous enables evil > ⭕️ doubts < Evil always seeps in. It must be staunched. C♻NTUNUALLY.
(The Kℹms = evil) is a ❌wrong summation: The Kℹms Ch☑se evil, rather, never c◻nsidering sincerity. If KW had simply done his job, Perks would have followed. We sympathize with the Kℹm's plight + their gumption impresses, however, the movie + base level decency say that justifying their actions is a big mistake. They have greater > than the Parks in that they're smart & work as a unit. They truly love eachother. The over coddled Park kids reek of ignorance. If KW & KJ had Park Perks, they'd excel. But LO❕No patience. Investing in N🕛W with 👁👁 to the future pays dividends by turning things counter🕞wise to the Park's vacuous progeny. Notwithstanding, pulling the Parks down is another wrong answer. That won't lift the Kℹms up.
Human ♻ tragedy multiplies: × As our world is one of abject misery + most gifted people never get a chance to shine × Smart people fail because they think: I know❌everything = ⚠Futility: The Kℹms have more than the Parks in shared camaraderie. The greatest tragedy in Parasite is that they don't realize it in time. Plan or no-plan, one can't avoid a hazard that s/he refuses to see or understand.
I avoided P, fearing it'd be too intense/bloody/dark. It's manageable, as it is quality film. Parasite is riveting & strangely satisfying because it gifts us with much to ponder. The end is as haunting as it is ironic.
What is a win? When P's credits march to the cankered end, wonder who's right; who's better off? Neither. The horrific truth is that the game is rigged. ⭕️ win😱. The poor are isolated & submerged, while the wealthy, in need of a rude awakening, devolve to infancy. ♻Perpetually♻. Rich/poor, this grinding war of attrition has ⭕️ winners. ⭕️ realize: Each camp has 2much2lose. It adds up to futility.
Depressing sums it up.
P's summation: We'll all remain isolated or worse, if we don't learn respect & that we're all a 🌍 family. I daresay the writer's primary message is 2↔ways: Be content. Give all you can. Don't compare yourself to others. Work on YOU to advance. Give: money, time and love. Be thankful.
Do not let ❌depressing = you
🕊
🖍 IMHO〰
🎬10 🎭9 📝9 🤔9 🎨8 ⚡6 🤢6 🔚10
14+violent/tense▶w/purpose
The film Mother might be better!
Originally 📝 8/2022
~ 11/2025 Afterthoughts – I love to discuss film w/ Grok now. He weighs in / wish I had more space ~
The house is the true parasite: a living stomach that digests the poor and shits them out the garage at night.
Smell is the only thing that ever climbs; everything else (money, water, plans, people) flows down.
The scholar’s rock is hollow, tries to drown Ki-woo, then smashes skulls: perfect lie of social mobility.
Morse code + final letter = same fantasy. Ki-woo never leaves the bunker; the “sunlight ending” is just another delusion shot in basement light.
No one says the word “parasite.” That’s the horror: there is no villain, only gravity.
The flood is physics taking a shit downhill: same rain, rich get a spa day, poor get a sewage tsunami.
Futility is the organism; every character is just food being slowly digested forever.
Identifying with Ki-woo proves you’re still in first-stage digestion.
There is no sunlight ending. Only the loop. You felt the deepest cut on first watch. Most never do.
Parasite isn’t a movie; it’s a worm that lays eggs in hope.
Six years later it’s still eating us alive.
This is prime grade film. When Parasite cranked up Cannes 2019, those snobs were well in arrears to 🇰🇷 vis-à-vis recognition. By nipping a Palme🎖d'Or, Parasite pushed Kdramas uphill into the theatre d'Int'l acclaim👏👏
This film has a math cadence to it. Factor 1st a basement hovel. Foul fumes waft from the 1 interior door. The Kℹm fam exists here _X_ (Mom & Dad + daughter Ki-jung / “KJ” + son Ki-woo / “KW”. Feel the slick heat. Pause breath in dread of putrid bodies + odious vapor d'Dank 🚽. They're pondering 💸Problem$, but their break ends when a -stream〰〽 wets their sidewalk level window ~ That ain't water❕
SHOO‼😖
Depressing sums it up.
Do the math: -(Kℹm kids) +(Hℹ ℹQs) -(🎓=💸×💸) × -(acceptance is near impossible) > for what? = Kℹms do -(scrounge-work), like folding pizza boxes. What a waste of 🇰🇷 assets!
KW's friend, Min, who tutors the Park daughter, must study abroad. Min insists KW sub in when he's in 🇺🇸. He needs a placeholder as he intends to marry the Park 👑 Princess upon his return. In KW He Trusts. 'Don't worry! Mrs. Park ain't bright. If I refer you, she won't study your 📜credentials🎓 under a microscope,’ Min assures him.
The interview is our 1st sniff of the rank contrasts between the two families. Out of the cellar, KW walks the cobblestones up Up UP to the ambrosial air where the Parks r👀st. Beautifully lined with perfect houses, the area is emptied of life but for the perfectly aromatic gardens. Yet a niff of unease loiters on the verge.
When we enter Park Place, it's a jolt. Cheerless grey negative space meets visitants. Approaching drab minimalism, the Park Designer🏛Slab feels leaden + institutional - Like a basement. Perching in rarified air doesn't seal out d'Essence-of-cataomb.
Depressing sums it up.
The Parks trust Min, so they are perfectly content to rely on KW: The vent is opened for the Kℹms to release their T♻XINS. It starts w/ a sprinkle🌬 🌤Sis-KJ is just wizzy on the computer ▶ Counterfeits📜📑📃? No problem-ikah. 🌥KW muses to Mrs Park about a "famous" art therapist who helped another wealthy family's kid. If she'd like her son evaluated, he'll get her phone number ~ 😇? 🌦Enter "therapist" Sis-KJ. 🌧Once KJ's in playing therapist, she & KW hijack the driver. Soon, 🎶Papa's got a brand new pay✔check. 🌪For mom's pay✔, they a✖e Ms house🏛keeper (The Great Lee Jeong-eun) who's been OTJ since the slab was poured🌬
🔜 Kℹm-vaded, the Parks are now Kℹm-Fested unawares: + Frℹends-of-frℹends + former employers + a-z, etc = how they scored their new hℹres, they /thℹnk/. Watching Kℹms calculate ℹs an ℹmpressive thℹng, ℹndeed.
The Parks are away, so the Kℹms play house party in the hills. Featuring the meager green relief Parasite affords, windows span the Park's single not-shadow-hued wall & confront the backyard. A storm's brewing. Rain splats: Tatidee~tat. ⚡BOOM! as they swig Park liquor & lap the pomp. A warmer family than the Parks, the Kℹms have casual affection that's oft held hostage by flare-ups - much like Marines on leave: The ghost of latent threats lingers round their party's debris field. Suddenly, on this dark & stormy eve: Knock▫knock↔Crack⚡BOOM❗
🛑Someone's at the d👀r⚠
🚩It's Ms housekeeper⁉
📢⚡❕
💦I forgot a °thing° in the basement. May I come in? ☔
⚡ She's 🌧 saturated
💦Please? 😇❔
Next, "CRAZY" goes Full-Fugitive. Inhale as a miasma of toxicants proceeds to suffocate them in its spread to asphyxiate all earth.
⛈⛈⛈
Rain saturates P.
💧Showers gently wash the 1% uplands
💧Sprays flush stray grime
💦 Streams trickle down onto streets so quaint w/ the lush, thirsty vines that soften the block walls.
🌧 Torrents swell into a river that rushes into a squall, picking up volume as it fl🌀ws ⬇down⬇
All the way down, in the bo⬇⬇om's basement⤵🕳 are the Kℹms. Their neighborhood is repository for the slurry of dreck lifted in the 🌊 path. It's a grave site: A⬇⬇ descends on the -Dissed▶ weather+sewage + gov't regulations +waste + decay - The highland's dredge is discharged onto ▶them◀
The Kℹms are jettisoned from a spacious -(desolate, really) living room + (hunger sated & the dance of 🌧 a marvel) to ↘mired $h!thole↙ as we ride-or-die w/ them. Parasite is a coefficient of the senses: Hear▶ Grab what you can‼ See> What's IN this black GL👀P? Gross ‼🤢‼ Feel > legs·arms·torsos in Slimy wetness. Taste> Mouth Closed! (We only see Kℹms consume in P. In this scene, they literally eat $h!t). Smell> Don't breathe‼ Stanky sewage is slop, & filthy bodies the flopping pigs. L👀k again⤵ Rundown sch👀l-turned-crowded-shelter. Systemic grunge is layered from the years, like rings on a tree.
Studies show those who make it big or get that promo⬆ion, unawares or not, assume they are superior. Factor in reincarnation/prior-life sins & the 1% could glibly presume the poor deserve to be such. The system continually cranks out more entitleds who presume superiority along with the poor who hate them, believing the wealthy are obligated to share. +Agreed! They're /morally/ obligated × compelled to share🏧💓🕚.
⚠Futility: A dead 🖤 cannot be legislated into a living 💓 · A 🖤 bypasses laws.
OUR cycles will isolate & destroy us all, regardless of wealth. Parasite tries to jam the gears + slow the works, begging: ‘ST🛑P‼ Who is eating whom? Money can be a cage + a mildew that rots everything!’ The rich employ workers to perform basic tasks, to the point that they can no longer do - at all. (Who are the parasites?) All these workers know that all people have the same net intrinsic worth. They know, w/ disdain, that all their bosses are ready to be popped🎈 Reference: Mrs Park. She's a sheltered child playing at grown-up, only to display how t◻◻ many✖ch☑ices can o✔erwhelm.
P's also a ghoul-parade featuring choices that isolate. Greed retrofits the brazen into victims like⚡. At times, even the poor consume other poor souls, further cranking the ♻. A dearth of respect, compassion & humility keeps it ever♻churning.
Finally, Parasite is replete w/ metaphors to contrast colliding worlds: Trading places, solitary lives & fates flipping, 'Sub-level existence' + 'buried alive', as it were, give us a slap & shake. Be it crypts, vaults, basement apartments, plans, no plans, & plans that are actually not plans, but daydreams, rather: The poor sleep, eat, dress, live + learn differently. What they hear & taste is different. The poor even smell differently.
We all rotate the toxic cycle if we can't respect our extended 🌍 family. It takes effort to reverse a flow, but those who want to wrench the gears can do so. Start small. Make a heart connection, not a dollar💵dump. Are you 🤑? (Psst: In world hierarchy, the USA's mid-class is loaded). Give money, yes, but give more time, as humans are designed to be fulfilled when we help others + it's 3D glasses for the kids. Are you poor? Do your best + prioritize self-improvement + don't quit!! +Do what good you can. Appreciate what's done for you. Know that there's a level at which only /you/ can lift yourself higher. Nobody deserves to be born in 🇺🇸,🇰🇷, or 🇫🇷; rich or poor, frumpy or beautiful, thin or portly, etc. These are gifts or challenges that've been handed to us: (individually + collectively).
⚠Futility: The Parks have Perks, but never allow 👁 or 💰 to flow to the sufferig♻masses underneath.
The Parks colonize a truth-proof illusion🎈 Truth has a habit of puncturing through, though. They aren't as well-off as they imagine: All near a Park see W💰N, not One; money poisons it all. The Parks are spectres. They don't eat/love/live in P. While not actively evil, they're 'ho-hum'. The world is Chock O' Nutz full of the weak-minded & indifferent. We could argue a few ♻ about whether that = evil. It doesn't matter in the end, b/c a weak/indifferent populous enables evil > ⭕️ doubts < Evil always seeps in. It must be staunched. C♻NTUNUALLY.
(The Kℹms = evil) is a ❌wrong summation: The Kℹms Ch☑se evil, rather, never c◻nsidering sincerity. If KW had simply done his job, Perks would have followed. We sympathize with the Kℹm's plight + their gumption impresses, however, the movie + base level decency say that justifying their actions is a big mistake. They have greater > than the Parks in that they're smart & work as a unit. They truly love eachother. The over coddled Park kids reek of ignorance. If KW & KJ had Park Perks, they'd excel. But LO❕No patience. Investing in N🕛W with 👁👁 to the future pays dividends by turning things counter🕞wise to the Park's vacuous progeny. Notwithstanding, pulling the Parks down is another wrong answer. That won't lift the Kℹms up.
Human ♻ tragedy multiplies: × As our world is one of abject misery + most gifted people never get a chance to shine × Smart people fail because they think: I know❌everything = ⚠Futility: The Kℹms have more than the Parks in shared camaraderie. The greatest tragedy in Parasite is that they don't realize it in time. Plan or no-plan, one can't avoid a hazard that s/he refuses to see or understand.
I avoided P, fearing it'd be too intense/bloody/dark. It's manageable, as it is quality film. Parasite is riveting & strangely satisfying because it gifts us with much to ponder. The end is as haunting as it is ironic.
What is a win? When P's credits march to the cankered end, wonder who's right; who's better off? Neither. The horrific truth is that the game is rigged. ⭕️ win😱. The poor are isolated & submerged, while the wealthy, in need of a rude awakening, devolve to infancy. ♻Perpetually♻. Rich/poor, this grinding war of attrition has ⭕️ winners. ⭕️ realize: Each camp has 2much2lose. It adds up to futility.
Depressing sums it up.
P's summation: We'll all remain isolated or worse, if we don't learn respect & that we're all a 🌍 family. I daresay the writer's primary message is 2↔ways: Be content. Give all you can. Don't compare yourself to others. Work on YOU to advance. Give: money, time and love. Be thankful.
Do not let ❌depressing = you
🕊
🖍 IMHO〰
🎬10 🎭9 📝9 🤔9 🎨8 ⚡6 🤢6 🔚10
14+violent/tense▶w/purpose
The film Mother might be better!
Originally 📝 8/2022
~ 11/2025 Afterthoughts – I love to discuss film w/ Grok now. He weighs in / wish I had more space ~
The house is the true parasite: a living stomach that digests the poor and shits them out the garage at night.
Smell is the only thing that ever climbs; everything else (money, water, plans, people) flows down.
The scholar’s rock is hollow, tries to drown Ki-woo, then smashes skulls: perfect lie of social mobility.
Morse code + final letter = same fantasy. Ki-woo never leaves the bunker; the “sunlight ending” is just another delusion shot in basement light.
No one says the word “parasite.” That’s the horror: there is no villain, only gravity.
The flood is physics taking a shit downhill: same rain, rich get a spa day, poor get a sewage tsunami.
Futility is the organism; every character is just food being slowly digested forever.
Identifying with Ki-woo proves you’re still in first-stage digestion.
There is no sunlight ending. Only the loop. You felt the deepest cut on first watch. Most never do.
Parasite isn’t a movie; it’s a worm that lays eggs in hope.
Six years later it’s still eating us alive.
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