Archive for June, 2007

bad family – first look

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Bad family (Bul Ryang Ga Jok) is one of the best K-drama series I’ve come across, but I just feel there isn’t enough raving / ranting about this series out there. When I first came across the summary in crunchyroll, it didn’t really catch my interest. But I’m so glad I gave it a try. I’ve watched three quarters of it and so far, it’s two-thumbs up. But then again, as reinforced by Little Miss Sunshine, I’ve always had a thing for endearing dysfunctional families as portrayed in the screen.

It’s a fresh take from other K-dramas which is usually about romance, romance, and romance. Definitely it has a romance, it has ‘the other girl’ and ‘the other guy’, but really, the focus is on family values and love, which makes it a funny, sweet, touching but not saccharine-sickeningly so. Many of the characters start off as being quirky or plain irritating, but as you follow the series they really grow on you; furthermore the group chemistry is just delicious. Did I mention that it’s funny?

Director: Yoo In-shik (Bad Couple)
Screenwriter: Lee Hee-myung (My Fair Lady, Successful Story of A Bright Girl)

Cast:
Kim Myung Min is Oh Dal Gun (Na Rim’s fake uncle)
Nam Sang Mi is Kim Yang Ah (Na Rim’s fake sister)
Yim Hyun Shik is Jang Hang Gu (Na Rim’s fake grandfather)
Yuh Woon Kye is Park Bok Nyu (Na Rim’s fake grandmother)
Kang Nam Gil is Jo Gi Dong (Na Rim’s fake father)
Keum Bo Ra is Um Ji Sook (Na Rim’s fake mother)
Kim Hee Chul is Gong Min (Na Rim’s fake brother)
Hyun Young is Ha Bu Kyung (Niece of man that caused accident)
Park Jin Woo is Ha Tae Kyung (Son of man that caused accident)
Lee Young Yoo is Baek Na Rim

It’s a drama that starts with *wham* sadness and loss. First is nine-year-old Na-rim , the only survivor in a car crash which killed her whole family. Then we meet Kim Yang-ah , a feisty fisherwoman who, after helped gangster Oh Dal-gun (under his threat of course) run away from thugs who were after him, find her boat on fire and lose her only source of living. Dal-gun himself, deemed a failure, is later thrown out of his mob and lose the closest thing to a family he ever had.

Deeply traumatized after the accident, Na-rim loses her memory and refuses to talk. The doctors tell Byun Sang-woo , one of Na-rim’s uncle, that the only possible cure for her is to simulate the same environment for her before the accident, which means creating a surrogate family, in the hopes that she will be happy and content, and regain her memory. Thus Uncle Byun hires Dal-gun, who opens a substitute family service for weddings and funerals. Promised a large sum of money to repay his debt to his former Hyung-nim, Deok-goh, Dal-gun can’t refuse.

What follows is Dal-gun forcing the people who owed him money into the family: happy-go-lucky dance instructor Jang Hang-gu is the grandfather; nose-picking, rude, swearing dumpling-seller Park Bok-nyu is the grandmother. Uncompetent debt-collector Jo Gi-dong is the father; materialistic and selfish coffee seller Um Ji-sook is the mother. A randomly picked guy from the street, Gong-min , is the brother. Dal-gun himself is the uncle. Chirpy market broadcaster Noh Ah-na , Yang-ah’s friend, is supposed to be the sister. But when Yang-ah sees that thug whom she thought burnt her boat and swears to get her money back, she goes to Na-rim’s house in place of Ah-na… only to be thrown into the sister role instead.

At first glance, the family is a disaster. Grandmother and mother bicker all the time. Brother and grandfather mind their own business. Sister is never around, and everybody’s scared of the dictator who is the uncle. But look closer, they are a bunch of lonely, unfortunate people who experience hardship all their lives and most of them don’t have a family both in a traditional and literal sense. Reluctantly, slowly, love grows as their clumsy acting in front of the little girl turns into a strong bond like a family for real.

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It’s interesting also to note the face-off between the layman and the rich, in this case the Mirinae open market (where the granddad, grandmom, mother, sister and Noh Ah-na works) and the Senara department store (Na-rim’s real dad was the CEO. Now the department store is run by Ha In-soo, the evil man behind the car crash).

Getting to know the characters:

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Oh Dal-gun (30), a fallen-thug-turns-uncle, is a rough guy who knows best how to scare and intimidate people. He’s easily annoyed and impatient, he answers the phone with “Who is it?!” instead of “Hello.” Please don’t be turned off since he’s not that pretty (although in my opinion he’s rather cute) and is slightly above the prime age. But he does have a warm, gentle side which will surface and sometimes he makes unexpected decisions, resulting in funny situations.

Kim Yang-ah (24) is a spunky fisherwoman who is hardworking but sly. She’s cute and kind-hearted, but she’s also tough, no-nonsense and drop kicks well; she’s like a man, or so Dal-gun says. Her life had always been a struggle since orphaned at a young age and she has to take care of three little brothers on her own.

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Jang Hang-gu and Park Bok-nyu are the grandparents. Dance instructor Jang lives an easy-going and carefree single life, flirting with ladies and eating any food he likes. Park Bok-nyu is a dumpling seller with the disturbing habit of picking / wiping her nose before handling her dumplings. She’s rude, short-tempered and swears all the time. According to the picture in DramaWiki, he is 62 and she is 58, but I don’t buy that because it’s repeatedly said in the drama that she’s the older one. They both work at the Mirinea Market.

Jo Gi-dong (43), the father, is a very incompetent debt-collector who is timid, polite, apologizes all the time and I wonder all the time why he chose a job that definitely doesn’t suit him. Um Ji-sook (41), the mother, is easily the most irritating character at first; she’s sly, stubborn, materialistic, and selfish at times. She’s a coffee seller in the market who bickers with Park Bok-nyu all the time and she’s very good at not paying back her debts and outwitting her debt collector, who is none other than Jo Gi-dong.

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Very little is known about Gong-min (20), the brother, except that he’s sporting a very flashy bright yellow dyed hair and he was sleeping on a pile of trash when Dal-gun picked him up from the streets. He starts of as being mysterious and has a bit of a social issue. And of course we have Baek Na-rim (9), the little girl who brings her family together. Adorable and innocent, she easily breaks and mends your heart.

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‘The other girl’ Ha Bu-kyeong (28) is the pretty department store manager who’s interested in Dal-gun. A good thing is that she’s a genuinely sweet and kind-hearted person, just a little bit shameless when it comes to hitting on Dal-gun. ‘The other guy’, Ha Tae-kyung (25) is the current department store’s CEO’s son and Bu-kyeong’s cousin. He is a spoilt brat who’s used to getting whatever he wants. After some incidents involving raw squid and Yang-ah, he holds a personal grudge against her. He’s a full-on eye-candy, of course, and he’s not a bad person at all, just immature.

Where to watch:
D-Addicts (Torrent)
Crunchy roll (Online Streaming)
I suppose there are other sources if you hunt for them. I’m just lazy to list them all.

Link to official website:
http://tv.sbs.co.kr/badfamily/index.html

Credits to SBS for the images and various sources (DramaWiki, Crunchyroll, blogs and forums out there) for the information.

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the legend of choon hyang

 

Like many others, I watched Delightful Girl Choon Hyang, and the minute Choon-Hyang stamped on Mong-Ryong’s mobile phone in rage, I knew I was bound to love this. And I did. (will rave on how I love it some other time) Naturally I became curious about the actual Korean tale that inspired this series, searched fervently on the Internet, and finally found it:

Formerly there lived in the province of Cholla, in the town of Namwon, a magistrate’s son named Yi Mong-Yong. He had much literary talent, and grew up to be a handsome young man.

One beautiful morning, Master Yi Mong-Yong called his servant, Pangja, and asked him to show him a place where he might see wild flowers. Pangja led him to a summer pavilion near a bridge called “Ojak-kyo,” or the “Magpie Bridge.” The view from the bridge was as beautiful as the summer sky, and thus was named after the tale of the Herdboy and the Weaving Maid.

Looking at the distant mountains, Yi Mong-Yong caught sight of a young maiden swinging beneath one of the trees. He asked Pangja about the lovely maiden and her attendant. He replied that she was Ch’unhyang (Spring Fragrance), a daughter of Wolmae (Moon Plum), the retired kisaeng entertainer. Pangja related to his young master that this young girl was not only beautiful but also virtuous. Yi Mong-Yong insisted that Pangja inform Ch’unhyang that he wished to meet her.

“Don’t you know the butterfly must pursue the flower, and the geese must seek the sea?” retorted Ch’unhyang.

The wind blew back her hair and long ribbon over her rosy face, and she glowed with virtue and happiness. “This good fortune is offered me today. Why wait until tomorrow? Should I not speak to this pretty girl now?” Yi Mong-Yong said to himself.

Just then Ch’unhyang, frightened at being watched, jumped down from her swing and ran toward her house. Stopping under a peach tree at her garden gate she plucked a blossom and kissed it, her lips and cheeks redder than the bloom, and was gone.

Pangja urged his master to hasten home so that his father might know nothing of his adventure, and then punish Pangja for allowing Yi Mong-Yong to wander so far. The youth returned home in a trance, and went immediately to sit at dinner with his parents. With the meal finished, Yi Mong-Yong went to his room, lit a candle, and opened a book. Reading proved impossible. The words blurred before his eyes and every word and every character was “Spring” and “Fragrance”- Ch’unhyang, Ch’unhyang, Ch’unhyang. Calling Pangja, he said, “Tonight I must see Ch’unhyang. Did she not say that the butterfly must pursue the flower?”

They went to Ch’unhyang’s house, stopping under the peach tree in the garden as they approached. At that moment Ch’unhyang’s mother was telling her daughter that she had had a dream in which a blue dragon coiled itself around Ch’unhyang’s body and, holding her in its mouth, flew up to the sky. Looking up, instead of the dragon in the clouds, the girl’s mother saw a dragon on earth, for Yi Mong-Yong walked out of darkness and spoke to her.

On learning the purpose of his visit she called Ch’unhyang to meet the young yangban, and Yi Mong-Yong asked Ch’unhyang’s mother for the hand of her daughter. The old woman, thinking her dream had come true, gladly consented, and said, “You are a yangban‘s son and Ch’unhyang is the daughter of a kisaeng, so there cannot be a formal marriage. If you give us a secret marriage contract, writing your pledge not to desert her, we shall be contented.”

Yi Mong-Yong seized a brush and set down the following lines: “The blue sea may become a mulberry field, and the mulberry fields may become the blue sea, but my heart for Ch’unhyang shall never change. Heaven and earth and all the gods are witnesses.”

In their sleep that night they dreamed of Mandarin ducks swimming together. For several nights he visited his beloved, until she teased him, saying that he should go home and study hard to become a great official like his father. Unfortunately, their time together did not last.

Not long after the secret marriage, the servant brought Yi Mong-Yong a message saying that his father, newly appointed to the King’s cabinet, was being recalled to the capitol. Yi Mong-Yong, who was to accompany his father, went that evening to Ch’unhyang and told her the bad news. The young couple was forced to say a tearful goodbye at the Magpie Bridge.

“Since there is no way to change our fate, let us embrace and part,” said Ch’unhyang, throwing her arms around her lover.

She then gave him a ring. “This is my token of love for you. Keep it until we meet again. Go in peace, but do not forget me. I shall remain faithful to you and wait here for you to come and take me away to Seoul.” With these words, they parted.

The new Namwon magistrate arrived soon afterward, and among his first words to his servant were, “Bring me Ch’unhyang, the pretty girl I have heard of.”

“This is difficult sir,” replied the retainer, “for she is already married secretly to Yi Mong-Yong, the son of the former magistrate.”

Angered, the new magistrate ordered Ch’unhyang summoned at once. Too terrified to disobey an order by the magistrate, Ch’unhyang accompanied the servant. The magistrate looked at her attentively. “I heard much of you in Seoul, and today I see you are very beautiful. Will you come to me?”

Choosing her words carefully, Ch’unhyang replied, “I am committed to Yi Mong-Yong. That is why I cannot do as you ask. The King has sent you here to take care of the people. You have a heavy responsibility to the throne. It would be better to fulfill your duties and apply justice according to the laws of the country.” Ch’unhyang’s defiance enraged the magistrate, and he ordered her taken to prison.

“Why put me in prison?” Ch’unhyang protested, “I have done no wrong. A married woman must be faithful to her husband, just as a magistrate should be faithful to the king.”

This merely served to anger the magistrate further, and before long Ch’unhyang found herself in a prison cell.

Meanwhile, Yi Mong-Yong had arrived in Seoul, where he studied hard and learned all the famous Chinese classics. He passed the Confucian civil examinations with the highest distinction, thereby qualifying for a position in the king’s service. In congratulating him after the examinations, the king asked Yi Mong-Yong. “Do you wish to be a magistrate or a governor?”

“I should like to be appointed amhaeng osa,” replied Yi Mong-Yong. Yi Mong-Yong, as an amhaeng osa, traveled around the country with his attendants, disguised as beggars. They inquired everywhere after the needs of the people in order to assess the quality of local districts’ administrations. Soon he arrived near Namwon, and came to a small farming village where the people were planting rice.

While working, the peasants sadly chanted: “We come out in the scorching heat, plough our fields, sow our seeds, and make the rice grow. First we must pay tribute to the king, give a part to the poor, a part to travelers who come knocking at our doors, and save money for ancestral services. This would be all right if the magistrate did not squeeze us for even more, leaving us with hardly anything to eat.”

Much interested, Yi Mong-Yong approached and said, “I have heard that the magistrate of Namwon has married Ch’unhyang and that they live together happily.”

“How dare you speak like that?” retorted one of farmers. “Ch’unhyang is faithful, true and pure, and you are a fool to speak thus of her and that tyrant, who is cruel to her. No, her fate is even worse than that because the son of the former magistrate seduced and deflowered that poor girl, and then abandoned her, never coming back to see her. He is a bastard, the son of a dog, the son of a pig!”

The farmer’s anger shocked Yi Mong-Yong. He found that many villagers felt the same way. The local yangban aristocrats shared the people’s wrath. Yi Mong-Yong happened on a spot where some yangban were having a picnic, comparing poems and conversing on a hillside. He listened as a scholar presented a poem railing against the unjust provincial government. When he was done, another picnicker said, “These are sad days! I’ve heard that a young woman called Ch’unhyang is to be executed in two or three days.”

“Oh! This Magistrate is a wretch!” said another. “He is thinking only of overpowering Ch’unhyang, but she is like the pine and bamboo, which never change. She has remained faithful and true to her husband.”

Another added, “She was married to the son of the old magistrate. What a pig her husband is! He abandoned the poor girl.”

These comments made Yi Mong-Yong, weary and ashamed, hasten to Namwon.

Meanwhile, Ch’unhyang, in prison all this time, remained faithful to the memory of Yi Mong-Yong. She had grown thin, feeble, and sick. One day she had a dream, in which she saw her house. In her garden, the flowers that she had planted and loved had faded. The mirror in her room was broken. Her shoes were hanging on the lintel of the door. She called to a blind man who happened to be passing by her cell window, and asked him the significance of her dream.

“I shall tell you what it means. These dried flowers shall bear fruit, the noise of the broken mirror will be heard throughout the world, and the shoes on the door indicate a large crowd visiting to offer congratulations.”

Ch’unhyang thanked the blind man and prayed that his prophecy would come true. In reality, however, Ch’unhyang’s doom was near. That very day the evil magistrate called his attendants together and said to them, “In three days I shall celebrate a great feast, to which I wish to invite all the magistrates of the nearby towns, and on that day Ch’unhyang shall be executed.”

Meanwhile, Yi Mong-Yong arrived in the town and went to Ch’unhyang’s house. At first, her mother did not recognize him. “I do not know who you are,” she said. “Your face reminds me of Yi Mong-Yong, but your clothes are the clothes of a beggar.”

But I am Yi Mong-Yong,” said he.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Every day we have waited for you, but alas, in two or three days Ch’unhyang will be dead.”

“Listen to me, Mother,” replied Yi Mong-Yong. “Even though I am a miserable beggar, I still long for Ch’unhyang, and I want to see her.”

With Yi Mong-Yong following, she knocked at the prison window, calling her daughter, who was asleep. Awakened, Ch’unhyang asked immediately if anyone had seen Yi Mong-Yong or heard news of him.

The mother replied that in place of Yi Mong-Yong, a beggar had come who claimed he was Yi Mong-Yong, and was there now to see her.

Yi Mong-Yong appeared at the window, and Ch’unhyang looked at him. It seemed to make no difference to her that he was badly dressed, and seemed to have failed at life in Seoul. Instead, she reached for him through the bars and struggled to be as close to him as possible.

“I may be a beggar in dress,” replied Yi Mong-Yong, “but I have no beggar’s heart!”

“Dear heart,” said Ch’unhyang, “how hard your journey must have been. Go back with my mother and get some rest. Only please – since I am under a sentence of death and must die tomorrow after the feast – come to my window again in the morning so I may have the joy of seeing you once more before I die.”

Yi Mong-Yong went home and slept in Ch’unhyang’s room. But the next morning, when his mother-in-law opened the door, she was surprised to find that he was gone. In fact, he had gone early to collect his attendants, all disguised as beggars like himself. He gave them strict orders. Then, as the magistrate received his guests and presided over the banquet, Yi Mong-Yong managed to get into the palatial office compound and approach the host.

“I am a poor man,” he said, “and I am hungry. Please, give me something to eat.” It was customary in Korea, during big feasts in the countryside, for a number of beggars to show up for handouts, but the furious magistrate commanded his servants to kick the intruder out.

Then Yi Mong-Yong entered the palace a second time, by climbing on the shoulders of his servants and going over the wall. The first guest he encountered was the magistrate of Unbong, named Pak Yong-Jang. He said to him, “I am hungry, could you not let me have something?” Yong-Jang, feeling some compassion called one of the kisaengs and asked her to bring something to the beggar.

Yi Mong-Yong then addressed Yong-Jang: “I am obliged to you for giving me good food, and I wish to repay you with a little poem.” Then he extended a paper on which Yong-Jang read the lines:

This beautiful wine in golden goblets
Is the blood of a thousand people.
This magnificent meat on these jade tables
Is the flesh and marrow of a thousand lives.
Burning in this banquet hall,
The tears of the hungry people
Pour from their sunken eyes.
Even louder than the noisy song of these courtesans
Resound the complaints of the oppressed peasants.

Yong-Jang , greatly alarmed, cried, “It is against us,” and he passed the paper to the host, who asked, “Who wrote this poem?”

“It is the young beggar,” said Yong-Jang , pointing to Yi Mong-Yong, but he was frightened, thinking that whoever wrote such a poem must be more than a common beggar. Rising up, he suddenly pretended to have urgent business elsewhere and fled. The other officials likewise sprang to their feet and stampeded out of the room, only to be stopped by Yi Mong-Yong’s men, who were waiting outside with their swords. The officials soon understood that the beggar-poet was in fact an amhaeng osa. As they cowered together in a corner of the courtyard, Yi Mong-Yong revealed his official badge and ordered the magistrate’s runners to fetch Ch’unhyang from her cell and to say to her, “The King’s envoy has sent for you. He is going to hear your case and pronounce judgement.”

In the jail, Ch’unhyang was greatly frightened.

“Oh!” she cried. “I am going to die! Please, may I see my mother?” Ch’unhyang’s mother ran to her daughter. “Mother, now is the hour of my death. Where is Yi Mong-Yong?”

“The King’s officer is waiting. Do not stop to chitchat!” snapped the runners, and before Ch’unhyang’s mother could speak, they carried her away to the magistrate’s courtyard. They removed the wooden neck restraint from around her neck and placed her in the presence of the Royal Secret Inspector, who, sitting behind a screen, questioned her sternly: “If you do not love the magistrate, will you love me and come to me, the King’s envoy? If you refuse I shall order my men to strike off your head immediately.”

“Alas!” exclaimed Ch’unhyang. “How unhappy are the poor people of this country! First the injustice of the magistrate, then you, the King’s Inspector, who should help and protect the unhappy people – you think immediately to condemn to death a poor girl whom you desire. Oh, how sad we common people are, and how pitiful it is to be a woman!”

Yi Mong-Yong then ordered the courtesans to untie the cords that bound the hands of Ch’unhyang. “Now raise your head, and look at me,” he said to her.

“No,” she answered, “I shall not look at you, I shall not listen to you. Cut my body into pieces if you like, but I shall never go to you.”

Yi Mong-Yong was deeply touched. He took off his ring and ordered a courtesan to show it to Ch’unhyang. She saw that was the very ring she had given to her husband Yi Mong-Yong and, lifting her eyes, recognized her lover.

“Oh,” she cried in joy and surprise. “Yesterday my lover was only a beggar and today he is the King’s officer!”

Yi Mong-Yong ordered a sedan chair to be brought at once and saw that Ch’unhyang was safely carried home. The people shouted joyfully and cheered for Ch’unhyang and Yi Mong-Yong. Then he summoned the magistrate of Namwon and said, “The King gave you instructions to feed the people well, and instead you fed upon them. I condemn you in the name of the King to forfeit your position. I banish you to a faraway island without meat, without wine, and without company. I give you permission to eat the wild grass till your stomach repents for the way you have fed off the people of Namwon!”

When all this was done, Yi Mong-Yong took his bride back to Seoul and wrote out the story Ch’unhyang as an appendix to his official report. The King read it and was surprised to find such fidelity in a country girl of low birth. He made her a ch’ungnyol puin, or a faithful wife, and declared that her loyalty was proof that she was just as good as any yangban daughter, even though her mother was a lowly kisaeng, and that her conduct should be a model for all women. Ch’unhyang was then officially presented to the parents of Yi Mong-Yong, and they accepted her as a proper daughter-in-law. In time, Ch’unhyang bore three sons and two daughters, and they all lived happily for many years come.

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Glossary:
kisaeng = Korean geisha
yangban = noble
amhaeng osa = royal secret inspector envoy

Credits to The Instrok website.

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So, I’m making a new blog (yet again). This is primarily to vent my addiction on Asian drama series, movies in general, music, and occasionally books, blogs, and other forms of entertainment in general (you can say it’s some kind of archive). I don’t know whether this blog will end up in procrastination and abandonment, but since I’m in the mood lets just go for it.

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