A travel essay by film critic Lee Dong-jin, popular for his delicate and lucid film reviews.
"Walking Through Film" is a travel essay collection that takes you to the landscapes where various films such as "Love Letter," "Before Sunset," and "Love Actually" were created.
You can experience scenes from the movie in a new way through the eyes of a critic.
What will the impressive scenes that seemed fleeting on screen be like today? This book, which naturally captures the changing landscapes encountered in the film, takes us on a journey through various locations, including Otaru, Japan, Cuba, and Venice.

This book is a revised and significantly expanded version of the author's previously published series in the Chosun Ilbo, titled "Lee Dong-jin's World Cinema Journey." Through "Walking Through Film," the author's love of film and curiosity as a traveler are palpable.
It is filled with beautifully captured photos of the locations that served as the backdrop for the movie.

Le Pur Cafe, which the two reached after wandering through the alleyways, was located near the Charonne station in the 11th arrondissement, which is emerging as a new center of art in Paris.
I sat at the two-person table where Celine and Jesse were sitting and ordered coffee like them.
A man sitting at the bar in the middle, drinking wine, whistled skillfully as a soft chanson flowed from the speakers.
As soon as Jessie sits down here, she blurts out, "Why aren't there cafes like this in America?"
The quiet and leisurely cafes and back alleys were a perfect example of what Parisians' Paris is like.

The two people, sitting in a cafe and starting to talk in earnest, realize how powerful nine years can be.
In Vienna, Celine and Jesse, who had never clashed over any topic of conversation, witnessed the miserable reality of the Third World, and their worldviews changed as time went by: one became a pessimist who believed that humanity had no vision, and the other an optimist who believed that hope still existed.

On the napkin on the table, behind the words 'Le Pur Cafe', there were three dots printed like ellipses.
What were the words that the two people who sat across from each other at this table and had a wide-ranging conversation about life, philosophy, religion, and society, as if it were that day long ago, ended up unable to express and ended up condensing?
What ultimately determines the longevity of love is not the romance spoken, but the compassion swallowed by the heart.

After leaving the cafe, the two continued their conversation and went to the Promenade Plantée, a promenade near the Gare de Lyon.
As I walked along the path that used to be a railroad track and was now a park, listening to the sound of bamboo leaves swaying in the wind, I noticed a man and a woman walking with only their pinkies linked.
Lovers are people who recklessly promise their feelings in the face of time, which changes everything.
--- pp.33~35

I climbed the rock that stood tall at the top.
I felt like I was going to fall down in the strong wind.
Where Albert found one of the missing girls.
A small village came into view in the distance.
Villages were scattered sparsely across the plains.
But the silence seemed to swallow even the screams.
As if swallowing Albert's cries for rescue.
All those events and the secrets of world affairs.
Silence was the only thing possible there.

I met many people at the bottom of the mountain.
But there was no one at the top.
The weather was gloomy.
The rock was cold.
When I lay on the rock, my skin breathed instead of my lungs.
In the mountains, touch dominated sight.
And my hearing became sharper.
Sometimes a bird flew.
When the wind blew, the small forest shook violently.
But the stone remained silent the whole time.
The stone was indifferent.

I unpacked my bag from a small hole between the rocks.
I ate scones and drank juice.
I took out a book and looked through it here and there.
I quickly ran out of things to do.
The picnic is over.
But there was no way down.
But do I really have to go down?
As time went by, it became like that.
It was as if I myself were a part of nature.

We do not dream, we are dreamed.
Every exit is an entrance to somewhere else.
The temptation of evaporation was tough.
I want to scatter my life, which I have shared and shared again, into the air.
First, I no longer thought about the girls who had disappeared.
The mystery of life.
The mystery of nothingness.
What could it be?
Where is it?
just.
also.
--- pp.147~148

Now I had to go there.
How could this journey end without stopping at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, where he jumped from the 24th floor? In "A Fei Zheng Zhuan," Leslie Cheung speaks to Andy Lau as he dies on the train.
"I've always wondered what I see when I die.
"I'm going to die with my eyes open." What did he, who suffered from acrophobia, see when he threw himself from the 24th floor to the ground?

The hotel, which forms one of the skyscrapers in Central, Hong Kong's busiest district, was coincidentally closed for renovations, with all entrances blocked.
The construction netting surrounding the building looked like a suicide prevention device.
This building was built in 1960.
Coincidentally, the hotel was undergoing a complete renovation after 46 years, the exact same number of years that Leslie Cheung had been here.
From Madame Tussauds Wax Museum to the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, many places associated with Leslie Cheung were strangely under construction.
As if trying to shake off the tragic relationship with a certain unfortunate person.

(Omitted) Damn it.
Three years was a long enough time.
The world has already forgotten the man who ended his futile life at the age of forty-six.
Unable to find a place to fly in this claustrophobic, cramped and crowded city, he eventually resorted to jumping.
Even after his death, his scent still lingered like a ghost, unable to leave the world he lived in, but people had already sent him away long ago.

I was about to leave the square when I looked at my watch and stood there blankly for another five minutes before I started walking towards the sea.
6:41.
Just as the day was about to end.
That was the moment Leslie Cheung left this crowded stage.

--- pp.282~285