Thanks for this article, and all the information, it's so interesting ! I wonder what was the japanese public reception at the very first showing. This article gave me the envie to watch these early films, it's a pity we can't find those. Thanks again ;)
Thanks for the correction, so that's also why she got the maximum sentence and not just because of the lack of evidence regarding domestic violence ...
From the begining Eun Soo said she didn't kill him, she had to choose self defense as a tactic to alleviate the sentence. At the end of episode 8 we saw someone arrive at the front door (certainly the murderer) during Eun Soo and her husband's argument the night before he was found dead. And at the end of another episode we saw a suspicious man cross paths with Ji Min... There are other hints but less obvious...
What a sad poem , Ming Lan should be suffering a lot during that period of time.
I share with you another beautiful poem that Qingzhao Li wrote after the loss of her husband. It shows her sorow but also the suffering of innocent people during the war of the northern Song Dynasty.
Spring in Wu Ling,
The wind blowing has ceased. Fragrant flowers have fallen, Withered and mixed with mud. Getting up late in the morning, I have no mood to comb my hair.
Things still remain the same, While men are no more them. So that nothing can be done. Tears running down my cheek, Before I am going to speak.
Shuangxi is beautiful in spring, I would like to have a boating. What I am merely afraid is that The boat is too small to carry So much my gloomy mood and worry!
Thanks a lot for your article, it's really interesting, and now I'm trying to read the comedia (the hell) by Dante. Do you like the movies, because I saw it's the same director of 200 Pounds Beauty and it's not my cup of tea !
I found this video that give an explication that can explain why some people like horror movies and others not.
https://www.facebook.com/ScienceNaturePage/videos/520844465217423/
Spring in Wu Ling,
The wind blowing has ceased.
Fragrant flowers have fallen,
Withered and mixed with mud.
Getting up late in the morning,
I have no mood to comb my hair.
Things still remain the same,
While men are no more them.
So that nothing can be done.
Tears running down my cheek,
Before I am going to speak.
Shuangxi is beautiful in spring,
I would like to have a boating.
What I am merely afraid is that
The boat is too small to carry
So much my gloomy mood and worry!