Director: Jang Sun-Woo
Year Released: 1999
Rating: 1.5

A sculptor and teenage girl engage in anonymous sex; she revels in his whippings while he gets turned on by virtually everything (he admits that "Sock marks are sexy" while breathing heavily into the phone; he's also aroused by the smell of shit). The intercourse is so frequent, however, that I was actually delighted by scenes outside of hotel rooms and apartments so that the characters could talk or eat or even potentially involve themselves in some purposeful story. Alas, that isn't the case and the endless sex consumes the picture, with neither character evolving very much (the sculptor has to return to his wife, the girl goes back home) nor the film bothering to delve into their (mangled) psyches. It's a poor man's Last Tango in Paris.