(Been a while since I’ve done one of these… speaks volumes in itself. Doing this on the app & there will be spoilers—consider yourself forewarned.)
Just saw Netflix’ My Name for the 2nd time today. To say I was enamored would be an understatement; moreover, a disservice. Come to think of it, let’s leave it as alexithymia.
The grit. The gore. The rawness. The complex & 3-dimensional characters brought to life by these actors. I can’t eloquently express it other than, pure chef’s kiss.
And So Hee. Han. So. Hee. Daebak. From standing up to her high school bullies, right down to the final standoff at Liber… and every single narrative in-between.
That scene by the door where she witnessed her father’s murder.
That lucid dream sequence by the sea with locked doors.
That inner battle with her conscience slowly tipping her over the edge of morality.
That mental breakdown of uncovering the lies upon lies she’d been fed with.
That subtle & fragile disposition interspersed with sheer fervor & grit.
I haven’t seen So Hee’s other works, I mean sure, Nevertheless—but I pretty much skipped to scenes involving Jiwan & Sol, so there’s that. As Yoon Jiwoo however, I am unequivocally hooked.
The way she’s managed to pull you in a rollercoaster of emotions.
Daebek.
Though let’s be honest here, it’d be downright unfair to fangirl over just Han So Hee.
The Director. The Ensemble. The cinematography. The music. The minute & low-key quirky tidbits interwoven in the storytelling.
Some might have felt rushed but considering it was less than an hour long, 8-episode series, the production team successfully fused just enough & purposely left out plot lines for the audience’s interpretation & imagination.
Reading between the lines. Subtle hints here & there. Makes for an interesting & interactive viewing experience.
The first episode pans into certificates, medals & trophies on display chronicling how physically adept Jiwoo is—foreshadowing her fighting prowess. As each & every episode unfolds though, we bare witness to how cunning & calculating she becomes.
—Need a diversion? Uses (literal & figurative) smoking gun. Icing on the cake? Leaves & plants said gun on the scene. Killing two birds with one stone.
—Gloves? Nope. Who needs them? Jiwoo clearly doesn’t. No fingerprints on the system? Check.
—Casually looks at lawyer’s business card. Uses number to call said lawyer a few minutes thereafter.
Sure, there was that “Um. What? No.” moment where, yes, she was caught on CCTV. But I think that in itself was driven by utter nonchalance, brazen disregard & resolute resignation.
And let’s not forget Park Hee Soon’s Choi Mujin.
While he had been the baddie, you can’t help but empathize with & root for the big shot crime boss at the start.
Though under false pretenses, he took Jiwoo under his wing when nobody else would have. Mentored & created his own perfect foot soldier.
He kept a picture of him & the person who betrayed him on his desk.
His unmistakable bond he shared with Jiwoo.
Layers & layers of complexity, which we’ve barely scratched the surface of.
And then there’s Ahn Bo Hyun’s Jeon Pildo.
Unpopular opinion, but I could really care less about the injected dose of romance—the camaraderie between him & Jiwoo would’ve sufficed and the storyline could’ve gone either way; can’t be helped, I guess.
Jang Yul. Lee Hak Ju. Kim Sang Ho. The rest of the cast all came to play under Director Kim Jin Min’s vision.
And that final scene was sweet liberation.
All throughout, Jiwoo had been trapped by her relentless desire for vengeance & Choi Mujin’s influence.
I think that 3rd urn symbolizes the death of that Yoon Jiwoo. And at the end, she finally managed to break free & start anew.
Best not sleep on My Name.
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