Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 205

"After the Tracker, this is the second one."

"Huh?"

"The Korean movie that was selected for the midnight screening."

At the Cannes Film Festival, the Midnight Screening event usually features films that have not been released yet. However, there have been rare instances where released films have been included. This was such a rare case, and I hadn't expected it to happen again soon.

The key figures at the Cannes Film Festival were intrigued by this and, after watching True Hero, they understood why they had been invited.

With that understanding, they were now at the short film Cutting the Knot. What kind of director makes such an impact with a feature film and then brings that energy to a short?

Especially since the lead actor was the same. It was a valuable opportunity to learn more about the lead actor.

Just before the movie began, audience members who weren't familiar with Korea quietly raised a question.

"By the way... Donghu? Why isn't he here?"

"I heard he's preparing for the Asian Games?"

"The Asian Games? Why? He's an actor, right?"

"Turns out he's also a boxer, and he's the Olympic heavyweight champion from the Rio Olympics."

"What? Wait, so that Donghu, that Donghu?"

"Yeah, I was shocked when I first heard it too. Just... wow, wow."

An Olympic gold medalist boxer is also an actor? Even the seasoned individuals at Cannes found this truth difficult to accept.

But amid all this, there was one person who took this seriously.

If this is true... does that mean he has both the wildness and the intellect?

It was none other than Verilad Ice, who was preparing for the live-action Tarzan.

The concentration and acting skills he demonstrated with the one-take filming technique. And now, with Cutting the Knot, his ability to handle romance.

If all of this was real... and if he could sing well in a musical...

He could... he could be Tarzan.

He would replace every leading candidate he had in mind up until now. If there's someone like this who embodies Tarzan, why would he look for anyone else?

Of course, there was a part that made him uneasy.

Will people accept an Asian imitating a monkey... no, should I say a gorilla?

Would this be accepted in a place so sensitive to racial issues? But then again, maybe this could actually be considered politically correct.

Damn that political correctness, to hell with it.

If they were following the original Tarzan, a British actor would be ideal. But looking at his appearance, Donghu looked more British.

He’s exactly the Tarzan I imagined.

A perfect appearance that transcends both East and West. It’s just that when you say "Asian," people perceive it that way. If you introduce him as Western, people would believe it.

And who would dare accuse an Olympic gold medal boxer of racism?

Who would even think of doing that?

Verilad Ice mumbled to himself as he focused on the screen.

The short film Cutting the Knot.

The start and middle flowed seamlessly with perfect chemistry between the actors. One lingering question was carried throughout.

So why are they breaking up?

Is it a terminal illness? Or does one of them think they're traveling with their already-dead half?

With all these thoughts swirling, the woman finally voiced the question.

"So, why are we breaking up?"

***

"You're asking why we’re breaking up now?"

Or maybe you already know, but want to confirm it again.

The man, who had been driving, glanced at her through the rearview mirror. His gaze lingered for a moment, then quickly broke away.

"You're looking for an explanation that's so convincing, it'll make you feel powerless, make it seem inevitable."

"From me?"

"No, from both of us."

"...I don’t really speak Japanese."

"Then keep not knowing, I’m not going to speak Korean anymore."

The car continued toward Busan Harbor.

Inside the small car.

The suffocating air.

And the vibes that only long-time lovers have, woven throughout.

These things mixed together, creating a natural yet uncomfortable atmosphere, awkward but harmonious.

"Are you tired?"

"All of a sudden?"

"It’s hard to drive all the way from Seoul to Busan. Should I drive a little?"

"You’re too late."

"You’re just going too fast."

The conversation never quite cuts off, but it never fully stops either.

Just before the light goes out.

It’s like leaving only an ember and repeatedly bringing it back to life.

"Can’t we stop at the next rest area?"

"No, if we do, it’ll be too late."

"So what if it’s late?"

"I don’t like being late."

"You’re stubborn."

"You’re too laid-back."

"If we miss the ferry... we’ll just stay at an inn for the night."

"I don’t want to be late, so I avoid it."

Clink clink.

The charms hanging under the rearview mirror, placed there to ward off accidents, rattle.

"I hate you."

"I know."

"You’re bad."

"Yeah."

"Still, I love you."

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"Suddenly speaking Japanese?"

"We’ve gotten close, so just like before."

There were no flashback scenes.

Yet, through the vibe between the two, the past was naturally inferred.

The first time they met at Busan Harbor.

That moment naturally seeped into the audience’s mind.

The woman’s and man’s gaze and emotions.

The trembling of words conveying memories.

"We were so rash coming on this trip, not knowing anything."

"Yeah, we came to a neighboring country, and yet you didn’t know anything."

"You told me, so it’s fine."

"You’re being so prickly."

"When we first met, I was pretty prickly, right?"

"Yeah, you asked me about directions and restaurants from a stranger, but never relaxed."

"It was a foreign country... I was nervous, it was awkward, and you weren’t as sweet back then."

"I’m still not sweet."

"But I like you when you’re acting all shy like that."

In love, there’s always an end.

Not all love ends destructively or catastrophically.

Some love fades like a flower slowly wilting.

We know why we have to part.

Even if there’s no convincing reason to do so,

We know why we must cut this tightly bound knot.