An International masterpiece

Rating: 10/10 (24 April 2020)

Why is this movie a masterpiece? Why did it become the first non-English-language Oscar-winning film? Why is it ideologically universal and international?
The poor slaves of North Korea evoke sympathy. The poor of South Korea at first - too. Until impunity and the prosperity that fell on their heads made them pigs, monsters, parasites that can't stop from greed. But what spoils their "raspberry"? A sudden spark of sympathy that had been awakened in the new housekeeper's heart for the old, drenched, ill, and undeservedly turned out of the house and work - for the ex-housekeeper who had come to feed her husband. He lives in complete isolation, in prison-like the North Koreans, but, temporarily gaining the upper hand, they begin to mock the exposed family and, at the same time, Kim Jong-Un. Or the moment when the driver (for some reason?) he kills his master and the young entrepreneur just before he dies suddenly says: "I recognized you!» (that's why!). North and South Koreans - both rich and poor-suddenly become so similar! What's it? National Korean mentality? Unlikely. So you think: the USSR and modern Russia, slave-owning America and modern superpower, Nazi Germany and the modern locomotive of the European Union-are they not mirror images? In the sense that on the other side of the mirror glass - they are the same, simply inverted.
Money didn't make rich people happy. They become indifferent and blind to someone else's misfortune, but turn into such blind suckers that it is easy to trick them around your finger.
Family values ("banana" for a hungry husband) are beautiful, but their absolutization makes people sectarian, shackles them with a series of crimes in the yoke of circular bail.
In the age of technology, miracles happen when you suspect that all the teachers (a couple of phrases in English and OK), doctors (who put on a white coat becomes the doctor), lawyers (observe the formalities and enjoy yourself) + photoshop, arrogance and skill - all these professionals are just as fake as, for example, a housewife (I don't know what it is - I'll cook it according to the instructions on the label), not to mention art therapists (surf the Internet and that'll do), coaches, psychologists and other shamans.
Everyone plays, lies, pretends to believe, or wants to believe, but everyone follows the rules of the game. Until something happens that violates these rules: the spark of empathy I was talking about; an ancient stone ("it's so metaphorical!") that is supposed to bring material well-being, and then slips out of your hands at the most inopportune moment and breaks the conspiracy, and that the hero can't tear away from himself. The smell of a basement that you can't get rid of. The flood is a natural disaster that you expect, but it always comes unexpectedly.
And the film turned out to be light. It talks about values that people neglect, but which nevertheless remind them of themselves in symbols: nature (flood), ancient traditions (stone), belonging to one's social class (smell), family relations (the banana, playing Indians), sympathy (helping a person who got wet in the rain).
A sure sign of a real work of art is motivation, non-randomness of EVERY DETAIL, which creates a harmonious ambivalence of art.