Life is Easier If You’re Handsome

Some people fixate on color in films.

How a movie chooses to express its color palette—
Pastel tones for lighthearted stories.
Deep blues and blacks for darker narratives.

Color was an extension of a film’s identity.

And in True Hero—@@novelbin@@

"The overall tone is dark… but police scenes have sunlight, while the protagonist snuffs out whatever light remains."

The contrast was deliberate.

Black and navy painted the hero’s silhouette,
accentuating his brutality.

The occasional crimson flashes weren’t his colors.
They were stolen—
Belonging to others.

"They really went all in."

The audience could clearly see the director’s intent.
And yet—
The film marched forward without pause.

"W-why are you doing this?!"

"Do I need a reason to kill criminals?"

The leader of the human trafficking ring—
armed with a gun—
was subdued almost too easily.

A man with no proper training,
trembling with fear,
could never aim properly.

His bullet missed.

And in that moment—
the hero shattered his knee.

CRACK.

"AAAAARGHHH! AAAAAA!"

"Quit whining."

Breaking a man’s knee and calling it whining.

The scariest part?
The hero’s face barely changed.

A typical movie psychopath would either grin,
revel in the moment,
or exhibit some kind of extreme behavior.

But—

"You think you’re any different? You’re just the same. This is murder."

"I know."

No dramatic theatrics.
No self-righteous justifications.

The hero simply continued.
Methodical.
Routine.

Like a butcher preparing meat.

He studied Ji Hyuntae’s face for a brief moment.

• There are so many hidden details.
• Every shot has something to analyze.
• You just can’t stop rewatching it.