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My friend Darcy Paquet, who preceded me to Korea by almost twenty years and in that time became a famous film critic here, once wrote a piece in the Hankook Ilbo<\/em><\/a> (\ud55c\uad6d\uc77c\ubcf4) about having to readjust his sense of space from that of the rural Massachusetts in which he grew up to that of Seoul. \u201cIt\u2019s not just the crowded streets and buses that I had to get used to, but also the sense of always having people around me,\u201d he wrote. \u201cLiving in a large apartment complex, with so many other families going about their lives behind my walls and under the floor, took some getting used to.\u201d<\/p>\n
He quotes friends back in America: \u201cI can\u2019t understand why anyone would want to live in one of those apartment complexes, like bees in a hive.\u201d In my experience as well, more than a few Americans express their feelings about the density of a city like Seoul with beehive imagery, assuming they don\u2019t jump straight to the word \u201cdystopia.\u201d I\u2019ve given a lot of thought to how movies create urban dystopias, and Western ones tend to signal hellishness with height,\u00a0Blade Runner<\/em>\u2018s treatment of the Los Angeles of the future<\/a> being the most influential example, but however expressed, the notion that bad things happen in tall buildings, or that tall buildings cause bad things to happen, enjoys a special prevalence in the Anglo-American mind.<\/p>\n
Blade Runner<\/em>, recall, had an American setting but, in Ridley Scott, an English director. We\u2019ll have another vivid entry in this canon later this year with the release of the new film adaptation of High-Rise<\/em>, J.G. Ballard\u2019s novel of a luxury London tower block\u2019s near-immediate devolution into an ultraviolent bacchanal. Sometimes I ask friends who insist on calling dense high-rises dystopian whether piloting a metal box down a strip of asphalt in a metal box at seventy miles an hour strikes them as any less so, but Ballard, who made the ravages of the automobile the object of grim fascination in the David Cronenberg-adapted Crash<\/em>, beat me to the point.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n