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Yong-nam (Jo Jung-suk) can’t seem to find gainful employment. A text message tells him another job application has been turned down. He spends his days at the local playground, working out on the climbing frame watched from a bench by old ladies. Passing by with schoolmates, his prepubescent nephew Ji-Ho (Kim Kang-hoon) does his best to shrug off the embarrassment he feels if he goes anywhere near his uncle. But Yong-nam scarcely notices: he’d much rather wallow in self-pity about Eui-ju (Im Yoon-ah), the girl he fancied from the rock climbing club who was not only a better climber but also dumped him. His grown up sister Jung-Hyun (Kim Ji-yeong) constantly berates him both for his failure and for his keeping lots of climbing gear in his bedroom cupboard.

So when his family gathers to celebrate his granny’s 70th birthday, Yong-nam suggests the skyscraper hotel where Eui-ju is rumoured to work. Sure enough, while he’s doing his best to sit at his table and not get roped into singing with everybody else, she appears. As he tries to impress her, inventing stories about how well his corporate career is going, you can feel the impending romantic disaster. She, meanwhile, may look successful in her job as hotel vice-manager, but her slimy manager in who she has no personal interest is constantly trying to date her and can barely do his job (holding the position simply because his dad owns the hotel).

Then the film switches gear as a disillusioned industrialist releases a deadly gas from a lorry in the centre of Seoul, not far from the hotel, which burns up the lungs of anyone unfortunate enough to come in contact with it. Cue drivers clutching at their necks and fatally crashing cars and pedestrians fleeing before the advancing wall of toxic gas. Cue also Jung-Hyun with Ji-Ho in tow, having briefly nipped out of the hotel, suddenly facing the approaching gas. While the child gets himself safely back to the lobby, the mother is overcome and suffers facial burns and unconsciousness before the quick-thinking Yong-nam rushes down from the floor where their party is taking place and carries her back to the sealed safety of the building.

With the gas cloud both spreading and slowly rising, the guests go up to the top floor to access the roof in the hope of being rescued by helicopter, but the door is locked and the incompetent manager has lost the key. Back on the party floor, Yong-nam improvises with rope, breaks a full storey glass window and goes climbing up the side of the building to access the roof, forced to unhook his safety line en route because his rope isn’t long enough.

When a ‘copter eventually reaches them with a rescue cage, there is room for everyone but himself and Eui-ju, who as manager commendably wants everyone else airlifted first. Remaining behind, the pair must negotiate a harrowing series of building to building jumps, Parkour and side of building climbs as they ascend higher and higher on the Seoul skyline in the hope that a ‘copter will reach them before the rising gas does.

It’s no surprise that this obvious audience pleaser has been a huge box office success in its native South Korea, juggling as it does deftly observed family comedy with nicely underplayed romantic subplot and genuinely gripping climbing, jumping, running and other action scenes. If the chemistry between the two leads accounts for some of this success, that wouldn’t matter without all the thought that director Lee has clearly put into his script to make an essentially simple idea work very well indeed. The feeling for family culture which grounds the film for its first reel pays dividends in terms of audience sympathy for the lead character and the film throws in not only some clever ideas involving drones but even at one point the extraordinary visual distraction of a giant model of a spider crab half way up a building over which our leading man and lady must climb.

The film highlighted the problem of locked roof access in buildings and the ensuing controversy has thrown up a government reaction that will hopefully in due course result in changes to South Korean law. On a wider note, it says much about a society which values people in terms of their job while marginalising any other talents or interests they may possess. When the chips are down, the hero who saves the day here is a social outcast whose frowned upon hobby is exactly what’s needed to survive the unexpectedly perilous situation in which he finds himself.

This is light, frothy entertainment and a thoroughly engrossing experience, well worth seeking out if you get the chance. LEAFF are to be congratulated for choosing it as their opening film.

Exit plays in LEAFF, The London East Asia Film Festival. Watch the film trailer below:

Joni 75: A Birthday Celebration

Joni Mitchell was a welcome participant in the crepuscular closer The Last Waltz, a compassionate collective cheering farewell to the methodologies of the late 1960s. The sparse “Coyote” reflected Robbie Robertson’s pictorial ballads. Demonstrative drums aided her voice as Rick Danko and Richard Manuel paired in harmonious richness. It’s a memorable moment in a set list that includes Neil Young, Van Morrison, Ringo Starr and Bob Dylan. Over 19 albums, Mitchell’s output flourished with the detail and description a painting would deliver. Dividing her work between art and music, Mitchell’s trajectory covered themes of unvarnished emotion, Woodstock and Big Yellow Taxi a perennial cover inviting singers to the bygone, but envied, 1970s. Fittingly, this film celebrates her career, modelled on Martin Scorsese’s musical epic.

It doesn’t quite match the bar set by the band, but Mitchell is ably celebrated by singers contemporary and youthful delivering her life’s work. The stage welcomes Chaka Khan, Rufus Wainwright, Seal, Brandi Carlile, Glen Hansard, Emmylou Harris, Norah Jones,Diana Krall; Kris Kristofferson, Los Lobos with La Marisoul, Cesar Castro & Xochi Flores, delving with adaptations faithful to the transformative (Both Sides Now comes across as a very different beast under Seal’s luxuriant tones).

Graham Nash dedicates a number he wrote half a century ago and Déjà Vu’s Our House sounds more personal given the backstory Nash attributes to this standard. James Taylor strums the delicious “River”, undoubtedly aware of his muse in the song’s creation. The celebration culminates with all the stars performing and presenting Mitchell with a birthday cake on stage, who otherwise takes a more reclusive stand during the concert.

Nora Jones is much less reclusive, delivering the show-stealing rendition of Court and Spark a haunting essay of despair, vibrating over Jones’ low hanging voice. Behind her, a plaintive piano posits itself with rehearsed ease, denying other tracks a certain inspired live energy, but maintaining a standard of consistency among artists. In Mitchell’s absence, musical directors and bandmates Jon Cowherd and Brian Blade keep the ship in check. Between the sets, singers allow themselves a moment to praise Mitchell and the influence she has bestowed their careers.

Mitchell is missed, yet the film ably shows the imagination of her penwork, the variety of her songs, the steadfast nature of her art and the power one songwriter holds on generations of singers. Rather than wrap a period forever sought after, this is a waltz that invites its viewers to join in.

Joni 75: A Birthday Celebration is in cinemas across the world on Thursday, March 21st.