Memories of murder

Honestly, I felt confused after watching it—not because the film lacked answers, but because it refused to give comfort. It left me sitting with uncertainty, just like the detectives.

The relationship between the two detectives really struck me. One was impulsive, relying on instinct and force—he just needed someone to confess. The other was calm, sharp, logical—but even he eventually broke down. It was painful to watch their methods, beliefs, and even sense of self slowly fall apart.

I also really noticed the detective's relationship with the prostitute—it was surprisingly tender. There was no judgment, no shame. She cooked for him, stayed close, and even looked worried when he was hurt. It felt like they found a quiet kind of love or connection in the middle of all that violence and chaos.