As much as I liked this movie, and applaud its win at the Oscars, for some reason I've totally forgotten why
[the original maid's husband was locked up in that cellar. Or if it made sense. I remember thinking that as soon as they revealed the secret stairway behind the shelf that I felt a twang of dissapointment.
] Like it had overstepped its carefully calibrated boundaries, here was the point that some artifice was going to be injected so that there would be some more tangible thrills and conflict. Mind, it was a very fleeting sensation, which dissipated as it went along. At one point the
[original maid comes screaming out of the stairwell, ready to pounce, but she's swiftly kicked back by Mrs. Kim in an utterly hilarious sequence since she does it so casually. But Mrs. Park was right there as well. She didn't hear anything?
] Perhaps the movie expects us to just accept it since Mrs. Park had been described as a simpleton after all.
So siding just a tad with Pop Trash. It's an absurd movie at times, but flirting with implausibility.