“Violence is the language of the weak imitating the strong, and even the perpetrator was once an apprentice of violence.”
May the “crying” in this film forever remain sealed within the dramatic world constructed by The Wailing.
The opening distorted tones cut through the eardrums like rusty blades. The eerie composition weaves a damp, suffocating web. The triple meter rhythm steps in the gaps between heartbeats, drawing the audience into the child’s seemingly calm yet turbulent inner world.
The story follows a father—an artist and sound engineer—who obsessively pursues the perfect recording of a cry, forcing his child to weep. Yet in this relentless obsession, fate takes an unexpected turn, revealing the complex entanglement of art and violence.
