Their initial conversations are expressed entirely though voiceover, visually structured by black-and-white still photographs acting as sly chapter headings for the unfolding flashbacks. It’s a wonderful structuring flourish, and Hong ends each vignette with the men raising their glasses for another toast. “A sip for a memory,” one of them says, punctuating the idea that no matter how painful the past, friendly reflection helps muddy the underlining heartache of reality.