Shot in rudimentary documentary style, Arirang is self indulgent auteur cinema at it's narcissistic best that can wear on the viewer unless one was an avid fan of the filmmaker. The majority of the film, aglow in a red haze, featured a tightly cropped frame of Mr. Kim's face whining, ranting, musing, lamenting, swearing, etc. If you enjoy forced captivity with an angry and verbally abusive drunk, then have at it! This is your movie! The only interesting frames were of the food he prepared and ate. The film finally reached it's climax when he began using the gun he carefully crafted by hand. I admit, I'm not familiar with his acclaimed body of work so I had no vested interest in Mr. Kim, however this documentary did nothing to attract me to the man behind the great film maker, so I'm told, that he obviously is. I have never felt such relief exiting a venue. Seriously, someone shoot me! I guess I'll netflix some of his films to see why he's a big deal. I get the feeling even if I WAS an obsessive fan of Mr. Kim, I'd still want someone to shoot me to put me out of my misery in this film. Narcissistic self indulgence just isn't my cup of tea.