#The Quiet Family

[fanofspooky]

Horror movies from around the world:

SOUTH KOREA

[lucrezcia]

The Quiet Family 조용한 가족 (1998, Kim Jee-woon)

[c6smic-angel]

the quiet family (1998) dir. kim jee-woon

[sloshed-cinema]

The Happiness of the Katakuris [カタクリ家の幸福] (2001)

As greater minds have stated, the musical is a tool for heightened expression.  When emotions can’t be contained by dialogue, they must be sung.  When singing is insufficient, it must be expressed through dance.  But what happens when even dance falls short?  Apparently, claymation is the remedy, the more horrific the better.  Takashi Miike’s pure farce of a tale takes the black comedy foundations of the Korean original and elevates them to the point of absurdity.  The layabout ex-con son is no longer merely peeking at guests having sex through a door, he’s climbing ladders and falling off them to get his peeping tom kicks.  The depressive hiker is no longer merely just a strange loner, he borderline appears to think the world is ending.  The climax calls for no mere cremation but rather the pyroclastic flows of Fuji itself.  This is about excess and extravagance, insanity rendered on a shoestring budget and yet all the better for it.  You get to have your musical and make a karaoke number of it, too.  

Kim Jee-woon’s dark comedy of manners is a wonderfully off-kilter imagining of just how far dreams and aspirations can go wrong.  And yet somehow with his maximalist spin on the basic story, Takashi Miike finds further acerbic social commentary in its layers.  This is grind culture before there were shitty corporate listicles about side hustles, about just how foolhardy it is to try and get ahead.  Masao and Terue serenade one another in a brilliantly incisive karaoke sequence, at once mocking the absurd specificity of Japanese karaoke videos while taking the piss out of the blue collar success story of this couple: they thought they could retire to a quiet lodge lifestyle and spend their golden years running a sleepy if successful inn.  What do they get in return?  Bodies bodies bodies.

THE RULES

SIP

Whimsical Sound of Music adjacent music kicks in.

Animated element.

A new guest appears.

Stuttering jump cuts within a scene.

BIG DRINK

A song and/or dance sequence begins.

The Moon appears onscreen.

Someone names a British Royal.

You lose your goddamn mind.

[nine-frames]

조용한 가족 (Joyonghan Gajok - The Quiet Family), 1998.

Dir. & Writ. Kim Jee-woon | DOP Jeong Kwang-seok

[sunnysunsins]

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

how i imagine poseidon (who i believe can feel when people invoke not only his name but the ocean as well) reacted to hearing antinous plotting to kill telemachus and dump his body (parts) in the ocean

*up on olympus in apollo's infirmary*

poseidon: *recovering and enjoying peace after athena had left a day ago*

poseidon: *to himself* ahh finally some peac-

poseidon: *feels someone invoking the ocean*

poseidon: *focusing on who's saying it* who on gaia is...is that coming from ithaca...

poseidon: wait- ITHACA?!?

poseidon: *fully focuses now*

antinous: *in the ithacan palace*

antinous: cut him down into tiny pieces...

poseidon: *listening in full now* cut wh-

antinous: ...when the crown wonders where the prince is-

poseidon: the prince? yoU MEAN ODYSSEUS' SON?

antinous: only the ocean and i will know!

poseidon: *in full panic mode* OCEAN?!

poseidon: *now attempting to get out of bed in panic* HADES NO, I AM NOT INVOLVED WITH THIS I-

apollo: *coming to check on his uncle after hearing him shout*

apollo: uncle wh- *sees poseidon attempting to get out of bed*

apollo: *hurrying over to get him back in bed*

apollo: uncle calm down! you're gonna rip your stitches!

[demaparbat-hp]

Want to know what I believe, it's right here

Dig a little deeper and it's crystal clear.

Clear by Twenty One Pilots

[musubiki]

please save me star rail danmarch

[blueteller]

You guys ever think about how funny it is that the whole reason why Cale did not have try at all to impersonate the original Cale, was because no one actually knew anything about him, despite the fact that everybody knew about him? On an international scale, even??

Cale: (doing an absolutely terrible job at being trash) Everybody else: That doesn't sound right, but I don't know enough about Cale Henituse to dispute it

[fanofspooky]

Scream King - Song Kang-ho

[aventurineswife]

Two Hands, One Home

Summary: After an abyss attack destroys your home, Kinich, who values independence and self-reliance, offers you a place to stay. Though he presents it as purely practical, his actions reveal a quiet, genuine care. Over time, you settle into a peaceful routine together, finding comfort in his reserved kindness and the small gestures of care he provides, learning that beneath his cold exterior, Kinich has his own way of showing affection.

Tags: @m1nella, Kinich x Reader, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Reserved Kinich, Found Family, Quiet Moments, Pragmatic Romance, Subtle Affection, Soft Kinich.

Warnings: Implied Loss Due To An Abyss Attack, Mild Angst.

The aftermath of the abyss attack was devastating. Your home, once a place of safety and comfort, had been reduced to rubble, its walls shattered and roof torn asunder. The shock of losing everything you had worked for in an instant left you feeling hollow, adrift in a world that had suddenly turned cold and uncertain.

But amid the chaos, there was an unexpected offer. Kinich, with his usual stoic expression, had come to you with a quiet proposal. “You can stay at my place while your house is being repaired.” he said, his tone as dry as ever, yet beneath it was something softer, something genuine.

You were hesitant at first—Kinich was a private person, and you knew his past hadn’t been easy. Still, the practicality of the offer, and the simple fact that you needed somewhere safe to stay, won out. You nodded, grateful but unsure of what to expect.

The day you moved into Kinich’s house, you couldn’t help but be surprised by how… normal it was. The inside was modest, a far cry from the grandeur of the mansions you’d seen in the past. But it had a warmth to it, an unspoken coziness. The walls were lined with handmade furniture, small knick-knacks that spoke of a life lived with care and attention, even if it wasn’t a life of luxury.

Kinich showed you around, his gestures efficient but not unkind. “This is the kitchen,” he said, pointing to a simple stove and a small table. “If you need anything, just ask. And, uh… don’t go near the shed out back. I keep some of my… tools there.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Tools?”

His lips twitched in what might have been a smile, though it was hard to say. “I’ve got a lot of things to fix. You’ll see.”

You followed him to the living room, where a modest fireplace crackled. The scent of wood and something faintly herbal hung in the air, and Kinich, ever the practical one, was already setting up a small cot by the wall for you.

“Don’t make a fuss about it,” he said as he smoothed out the blanket. “It’s not much, but it’ll do for now.”

You couldn’t help but feel touched. For someone who valued independence so much, Kinich was surprisingly attentive in his own way. You sat down on the cot, still a bit unsure of what to do next.

Kinich cleared his throat and turned toward the kitchen. “I’m making dinner. It’ll be ready in about an hour. You can relax until then.”

As he worked, you took a moment to look around the room. It wasn’t much, but it was his—his space, his home. The absence of his usual sharpness, the subtle kindness of his gestures, made you feel a little less alone. Even if he didn’t show it often, Kinich had a way of making you feel like you mattered.

Dinner was simple, a warm stew that smelled of fresh herbs and hearty vegetables. Kinich placed a bowl in front of you, his expression as unreadable as ever, but there was something softer in his eyes, a flicker of something more than just duty.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you said, quietly breaking the silence. “Let me help with something.”

Kinich paused for a moment, his hand still on the pot as he glanced over at you. “It’s fine,” he said with a shrug. “I’m not doing it for you. Just… don’t let the food go to waste.”

You chuckled softly, nodding. Kinich’s words were as blunt as always, but the care in his actions was something you couldn’t overlook. As you sat together at the table, eating in comfortable silence, you couldn’t help but think that, despite everything, you had found a place here—a place where, for the time being, you could heal

Over the next few days, life at Kinich’s house settled into a quiet routine. You’d help with the small tasks around the house—cleaning up, organizing things—and in return, Kinich would share bits and pieces of his life with you, small snippets of knowledge or skills that he’d learned over the years.

One evening, as the sun began to set, you found Kinich in the garden, tending to some plants in the fading light. You hadn’t realized how peaceful the house could feel when it was just the two of you, sharing this simple life together.

“Need help?” you asked, walking over to him.

Kinich glanced up, his face softening slightly. “If you want. I could always use another pair of hands around here.”

You knelt beside him, taking a small gardening trowel and gently digging into the soil. There was a strange comfort in working alongside him, the silence between you both not awkward but companionable, as if you were partners in something greater than just survival.

“Why do you do it?” you asked, looking up at him. “Tending to all this, I mean. I would’ve thought you’d want to leave it all behind.”

Kinich paused, the question catching him off guard. His eyes flickered briefly, almost hesitant, before he answered. “Because it’s mine. It’s the one thing in this world I can rely on. People… they come and go. But this? It’s real. It stays.”

You smiled at his answer, understanding him a little more than you had before. Kinich didn’t offer grand gestures or flowery words, but in the little things—like the way he cared for his home, or the way he offered you a place to stay when you needed it most—you saw his quiet strength.

And, despite his belief in self-sufficiency, you couldn’t help but wonder if, maybe, for just a moment, you could be the one thing he’d allow himself to rely on, too.

That night, as you both sat by the fire, Kinich spoke again, his voice quieter than usual.

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you need.” he said, not looking directly at you but still offering the words with sincerity.

You nodded, your heart swelling with gratitude. “Thanks, Kinich. I… I really appreciate it.”

He gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “It’s not charity. It’s just… practical.”

But the warmth in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

[c6smic-angel]

the quiet family (1998) dir. kim jee-woon

[sloshed-cinema]

The Quiet Family [조용한 가족] (1998)

Remember when Tim Burton used to make actually good movies?  There’s something about the alchemy of Kim Jee-woon’s romp which has a very Burtonesque edge to it.  The intermingling of the macabre with the darkly funny in a very specifically off-kilter way, the hyperbolic performances and reactions make this in a similar vein to the likes of Ed Wood or Beetlejuice.  The Kang clan simply cannot catch a break: at first their newly opened mountain lodge can barely attract visitors.  But once guests do start to show up, their checkout is of the rather final sort.  Deciding that it’s easier to just dispose of the evidence themselves than to involve authorities, the family unwittingly weave for themselves a wild web of intrigue and mayhem, lining up dominoes to be knocked over one by one.  By the climax, it’s not a question of whether things will go awry but just rather how exquisitely terribly events will pan out.

While Song Kang-ho often picks roles that are rough around the edges personality-wise, it’s funny to see him here as an outright delinquent.  Seemingly stuck in some sort of state of arrested development, Young-min is content to wile away his days spying on guests, prank calling people in the middle of sex, and generally making a buffoon of himself.  

THE RULES

SIP

Voiceover narration begins.

Somebody falls.

The new road is mentioned.

Spitting noises.

BIG DRINK

A customer... checks out.  FOR GOOD.

The lodge loses a potential customer.

[aerequets]

tv troubles (they're both invested)

[clonerightsagenda]

"what if you had a mutual aid network that occasionally told interdimensional monsters to fuck off": Discworld witches as a concept