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EBS History of Culture Series - Part 1 THE COUNT OF MYEONGDONG
Aren't you Kim Su Young?
Kim Su Young, right?
I'm Oh Sang Soon.
I heard you were at a POW camp. When did you come back?
Wait, Su Young.
Kim Su Young!
Aha! That youngster.
Kim Baek Bong (dancer)
Why don't you come and dance with the others?
I saw you two dance earlier, and it was just a dazzling performance.
That's what you call art.
After you've learned the steps, it's really easy.
It's exactly those steps that looked difficult.
I looked at your steps closely and tried to follow myself,
but it clearly was no laughing matter, going with the flow.
Here. Two steps forward, and then three steps back.
Then, twice to the left.
It was so complicated, I just quit right in the middle.
It's only difficult because you're trying to understand it.
If you try to follow along with your body, it will be easier.
Then, Park Seonsaengnim. Will you dance with me?
What?!
I always wanted to have a dance with you,
since everyone calls you the most stylish man in Myeongdong.
If it's dancing, I just...
I'd be just useless.
Would it make any sense that someone as stylish as you...
wouldn't be able to do ballroom dancing?
I'll show you the steps, so follow me.
Ahh... No, I'm just fine. I'll just look.
Ahh... try it once. When will you ever get another chance to dance with her?
Lee Seonbaenim. If I show Park Seonbaenim some steps for free,
will you do me a favor instead?
Oh? Of course.
Soon, we'll have a presentation at the Arts Theater.
Will you please write about it?
Ahh... of course I will!
Even if you hadn't asked, I'd certainly promote your performance.
So, you promised!
Here, here.
Was it fun?
I asked, did you meet some people, and have a drink?
Well done.
Have you been waiting for me all this time?
Just forget about her.
She has always been a free-wheeling woman.
She wasn't someone you could hold all to yourself, Oppa.
When I go downtown tomorrow, I'll buy you some paper.
Write some poems, will you?
That's quite fun!
Should I start learning it seriously?
That was so embarrassing, man!
What was?!
I couldn't look at Kim Baek Bong in the face, what else?!
Two people who don't even love each other, holding hands, touching each other...
Ahh... listen to you!
You're more conservative than I thought?!
Our world famous Casanova Park In Hwan is avoiding the other sex, you say?!
Liking women and having an affair are a different story.
All I admire is a woman's elegance and beauty,
I would never enjoy that kind of immorality.
So, what you're saying is, you oppose ballroom dancing. Is that it?
Shouldn't lust be felt subtly?
Feeling lust while engaging in ballroom dancing?!
Listen to you!
We're getting a little licentious, aren't we?
I just enjoyed it.
How should I put it? In the ruins and desolation of our postwar,
seeing two people move with the music and dance...
It makes you feel alive, doesn't it?
As if it was telling us, "Come on, strip yourself of all that weight."
"Let that somber look on your face be drowned by the joy of dancing."
"The war is over!" Uh?
Ahhh... come on, try it out!
Come on. Here!
Isn't culture a counter-reaction to its own social climate?
Whenever society experiences gloom, culture tries to lift people's spirits.
It springs forth with immense energy.
War is a cruel matter to everyone.
Let alone those who perish in the war, those who survive, in a certain sense...
end up experiencing even gloomier emotional clouds.
During the war, people do everything to survive.
When people's lives are hanging by a thread,
wouldn't the line which separates man from animals become increasingly blurry?
But, the moment the war ends, people begin to wriggle along.
Those ties between people, which the war severed, slowly begin to emerge once again.
What could have been responsible for making that possible?
Wouldn't it be our music and literature, movies and theater,
and things like dancing?
Today we will start with Kim Baek Bong's story.
When I was six, my father would wake me up and show me some photos.
Kim Baek Bong (dancer)
He'd say, "This is a great person, a treasure to our country."
He also told me she wasn't just a dancer, but a great artist.
So, seeing this sort of "cosmopolitan" artist...
gave me the strength and passion to do the same.
It eventually became what I promised my father,
the determination which guided me for decades.
Choi Seung Hee is the one who brought our traditional dance to the international stage.
She was also one of the flagbearers...
who turned this traditional dance into a modern one.
What's more, she was a pioneer coordinating our core dance traditions...
into a cohesive whole.
She left for the US in 1938 and performed there,
where she was lavishly praised.
Yet, as she followed her husband Ahn Mak to the North,
even just discussing Choi Seung Hee's dance in the South...
was forbidden for a long time.
It's one in the morning, Dear. Why don't you take a break?
Ahn Je Seung (dancer)
I can't get rid of them.
What?
Even if this is my dance, I can never escape from the feeling...
this is nothing more than her dance.
That's obvious, isn't it?
You learned it all from Choi Seung Hee.
I want to outshine Choi Seung Hee!
Is outshining Choi Seung Hee what you really want?
Or do you just wish to hide the fact she was your teacher?
My dear.
You will never be able to hide, or erase your relationship with Choi Seung Hee.
Choi Seung Hee is my sister-in-law, and everyone knows I'm Ahn Mak's brother.
It's not that!
I want to outmatch her.
I don't want to make this a low-rate Choi Seung Hee dance,
but my own Kim Baek Bong one!
If that is what you wish, this is only the beginning.
Will you achieve that in one day?
Look at me dance.
Choi Seonsaeng's dance was famous for its speed.
She combined it with elements of western ballet as well.
I like fast tempo myself.
But what I want to do is to emphasize our dance's strengths.
Delicate...
Fluttering away...
I want to maintain those beautiful lines.
Here, look at me.
I didn't realize it until I saw her on the stage,
but seeing Choi Seung Hee was like experiencing this Greek goddess,
basking in elegance and beauty.
But, for every performance she gave, she always conveyed something...
different to different people. If five people saw her, you'd hear five different stories.
The divide between North and South wasn't merely a matter of territory and population.
Literature and music, theater, movies, dance and all the other arts were divided as well.
Lee Tae Joon's novels are quite lyrical.
You could say not a single one of his works oozed that smell of...
the so called "proletarian revolution."
But, simply because he crossed the border to the North,
his novels suddenly became associated with proletarian literature.
Choi Seung Hee's dance was the same.
Actually, if Choi Seung Hee had never gone to the North at all,
her dance could have been denounced as "colonial art."
In cooperation with the Japanese Empire,
she danced in the US as a Japanese national,
and that was certainly one of the reasons she went to the North.
But the performance she unveiled in America...
was quintessential Korean traditional dance.
For that reason, the Japanese Empire prohibited her from performing in Japan.
What is an artist's legacy based upon?
Could it be the works of art they left with us?
Or is it acceptable that the artistic result of their work can be distorted...
simply by the life they decided to live?
That wasn't merely Kim Baek Bong's problem.
We'll now go back to Kim Su Young's story.
Ahh... Seonsaengnim. Why are you all alone?
Of course I'm alone. Have I ever been a twosome?
Aren't you always surrounded by flowers*?
*From Joseon to the 60s, a sort of slang for "beautiful women"
- Tell me about it. - So, why?
Today I'm sitting near a brooklet instead.
And you're not even smoking your beloved cigarettes.
Did you quit?
Why should I ever? I'd rather quit living.
- Then, why aren't you smoking? - I don't have any.
- Cigarettes? - Money as well.
Isn't money always a problem?
Have you brought me any essay to write, or something?
I always hear you're the one to talk to when it comes to filling the blanks.
Why, if I ask you for one, will you write it?
I don't write!
If I had enough energy to write, I'd spend it on those flowers instead.
I knew you'd say that, so I brought you some cigarettes.
Isn't this a bribe? So I'll write for you?
- Write just a few pages for us. - I'm not!
If a writer doesn't write, he'll just enter a slump!
Why, am I a writer?
I don't write for a living, my friend. I eat for a living.
Seonsaengnim, don't do this to me.
By the way, I saw Kim Su Young a few days ago.
Oh... you did?
Ahh, I was calling him, and he suddenly ran away?!
He looked a little rough around the edges.
He certainly has his reasons.
Why don't you go ask Kim Su Young to write?
A writer's block will only pass by writing.
But, tell me. What are those reasons?
It would be a little complicated to explain.
What is so complicated?
People just live all the same.
You've attained spiritual enlightenment, Seonsaengnim.
Spiritual nothing!
Only these cigarettes are spiritual.
- Seonsaengnim, I... - Eh eh! Let's stop prattling.
You can go. Get up.
Go, you can go.
Take good care of Kim Su Young.
You're much better handling people than the pen, Lee Bong Gu.
Gongcho lived a poet's unyielding life, up to the end.
He was one of the very few writers to never engage in any...
pro-Japanese activity during the colonial period.
He was what you call a "free man."
Kwon Young Min (SNU Korean literature professor)
He was one of our country's first real free men,
that's how you could describe him.
That was particularly because...
he never was concerned with playing the elder of a literature group,
or even organizing and publishing his works.
Yet, at the same time, he always enjoyed encountering new readers every day.
That is what made his legacy possible, you could say.
That's what I think.
"O, undying stroll of the drifter, in forlornness thou loungeth."
Oh Sang Soon's "One Glass of Wine"
"O glass, thine dreamlike and consuming slothfulness."
"How far away from thee, can that drifter's dream be?"
A life stripped of any possession.
It could have been exactly the kind of goal Oh Sang Soon wished to accomplish.
To Oh Sang Soon, literature was merely an extravagance,
one of life's luxuries he, at last, would have to abandon.
It's for that reason that, during the 50s, Oh almost didn't write,
and he was able to bid this world farewell just as he wished, leaving next to nothing.
Stripped of any children or wives, his was a life of non possession.
Why are you throwing it away?
Ahh... I didn't write it, I just scribbled it away.
Written or scribbled, give it to me.
Are you going to cut all ties with the outside world?
Step outside for a change, why don't you?
Don't always trap yourself here in darkness.
Fine. I won't bother you with writing anymore, so let's just go out for drinks.
Later.
These days, I don't know what's wrong with me,
but just going out makes me dizzy.
Were you the only one?!
Did this damned war trample on you alone?
However big or small it is, this war caused everyone's suffering.
It's exactly people like you who should become a model, by leading the way.
Oppa, get up.
Wear this.
Ahh... come on.
Come on... here, here!
How is it? Not too bad coming out, right?
Should we go get a coffee at the Applause Coffee Shop first?
If you don't want coffee, let's have a wee-tee*.
*50~60s slang for whiskey+tea
Wee... tee?!
Oh, you mix whiskey with tea, it tastes quite good.
Let's go there.
And who will be there?
Oh... by now, everyone should be there.
Around three in the afternoon,
all the magazines and newspapers come out with essay or article requests.
You need to be around the Applause at that hour to get work.
And if even one gets paid, they always move all to the room salons.
It's fun!
Then, should we go to the Mona Lisa?
And who will be there?
There're no writers. From time to time,
Park In Hwan is there.
What's wrong with you and him?
Know how much In Hwan cares about you?
Come on, let's go. Uh?
Here. Let's go.
The coffee here is good as well, but the Madam is just...
She has Mona Lisa's smile.
Come on, let's go in.
I'm not ready yet.
Ready for what?!
Meeting Park In Hwan.
You really...
Do you really resent In Hwan?
It's not that...
Then, tell me!
Who knows about it?
What?
The POW camp.
Everyone must know that.
And Hyeon Kyung...
That, only a few people know.
Just In Hwan and me.
Why, because your wife ran away,
are you going to dig a rift between you and the rest of the world?
Here. Let's go.
Ahh... Su Yo... Su Young!
Ahh... really.
It's Kim Su Young!
Seonsaengnim!
You're out!
I'm happy, thankful and glad to meet you!*
*He's quoting a poem by Gu Seong
*Continuation of poem
You're sitting on a field of flowers*.
Keep being so pessimistic and hate this world,
then this world will hate you as well, and destroy you.
Is your mother doing well?
Yes.
When your mother had that bar in Chungmuro,
I had so many bindae ddeok (mung bean pancake) and free drinks.
Ahh... I'll have to repay your favor today.
You don't have a certificate yet, do you?
This is a citizen card.
You'll be all right even if they inspect you, carrying this.
Where did you...
It's a fake.
There's this boy who had a favor to pay back, and he's just phenomenal with these.
Go take a photo, and stick it here.
Seonsaengnim.
If you bring me another few of your photos,
I can make you certificates of residence, transit, anything you want.
If you show that at any bar, they'll also give you credit.
Did he really come all the way here, and then ran away?
I guess he was ashamed, after all.
About his wife and all.
What could he possibly have against you?
Don't you know how shy he can be?
Let's leave together!
Dear.
I can't now.
I can't follow you now.
I'm sorry.
I can't follow you now.
I am sorry.
I'm sorry...
Here!
Oh... what now?
I forgot to buy a table.
Ahh...
Wait a moment.
Here.
What's that?
Our new table.
Ehh... That?!
I'm sorry for all this.
It's what I wanted anyway.
Living in this place...
I told you, all we need are two spoons.
I'm just happy seeing you write.
I expect nothing else.
Hyeon Kyung. Come here.
What?
I said just come here.
Why?
Give me a kiss.
Here.
"Even without you, I shall live."
"Where millions of tears your absence stole from me end."
"Even when I take a million steps away from you."
"Every step shall remind me of your derision."
As if a larva was crawling its way out to the world,
Kim Su Young slowly started to reacquaint himself with the outside world.
Buy flowers!
The nights of Myeongdong were full of pleasures.
The writers who spent the day in these coffee shops...
writing or waiting for job offers,
according to their wallets, spent the night at stand-up bars or cafes.
It wasn't just scribes.
Theater actors, or even people crazed over cinema, came from Chungmuro...
and wandered around chasing their personal chimera.
During the day, the commercial quarters of Myeongdong attracted...
the stylish, and even youngsters looking for some sightseeing,
while rich married women...
transformed into fashion icons passing through the Songok Boutique.
Merchants were storming to Myeongdong to make money.
Here at the Arts Theater, a rush of performances and concerts was flowing.
The Arts Theater featured all sorts of arts.
It had classical opera along with traditional theater,
musical plays and even pop music. The singers' shows, along with...
concerts, ballets, and traditional dance, alluring people from all walks of life.
Yes.
People might have been trying to forget the horror and pain of the war...
through the pleasure and excitement of those nights.
And wherever pleasure was thriving, money was to be made.
And, obviously, where you had money to be made, you'd also have gangsters.
We'll have to talk about Lee Hwa Ryong.
Near the Savoy Hotel was a nightclub called Newsman.
It was Lee Hwa Ryong's stronghold.
Who did?
Sirasoni.
He went to Lee Jung Jae to borrow some money, and they hit him.
So?
We can't just stand here and do nothing!
Just forget it.
Aunim! (deferential for "younger brother/intimate friend")
Lee Jung Jae needs to be taught a lesson!
If you let him go, his hands will reach Myeongdong.
Let him.
Aunim!
Aunim, let me finish!
Aunim!
Aunim.
I said, listen to me.
Are you people just scummy gangsters?
Why do you always go around in packs?
If you keep this up, we'll lose customers.
Who would ever come here, if all they see are gangsters at the door?
Just lie low for a while. Come out when I tell you.
Understood?
If you ignore the fact Sirasoni was hit,
Lee Jung Jae will start looking down on you.
Do you know how much he'd love to get his hands on Myeongdong?
All those people in Dongdaemun are ruthless. All they need is a good bait.
Look at Lee Jung Jae.
When he was about to die at the hands of those gangsters in Busan,
it was Sirasoni who saved him.
He's the man who saved his life.
Just because he asked him for a few pennies, you beat him to a pulp?
Lee Jung Jae, that fool has no loyalty nor respect.
Uh?
The hell are you?
My apologies.
Watch what you're walking into!
Ah... My apologies.
Are you a gangster?
Ahhh... I'm not.
Then, what? I'm Daehanminguk Kim Gwang Shik.
Ahh... yes, my name is Lee Hwa Ryong.
I'm a poet...
What is it that you do for a living, I'm asking.
I'm just playing around.
Wouldn't that be the life of a gangster?
Ahhh... this little prick! Not just once...
My apologies. I'll look where I'm walking from now on.
Stick another eye behind your back.
So you can see behind as well, understood?
Ahh... yes, well understood.
My apologies.
Oh oh! Little insolent rascal.
Let's go.
You need to show fools like him who owns this place, so they'll learn their lesson.
Didn't he say he's a poet?
If poets disappear from Myeongdong, business will suffer as well.
Want to make Myeongdong another Dongdaemun?
Ahhh... really.
What are you doing, little bastard?
Give me that camera.
I shot a snap photography.
You shot what?!
He said he shot a photo.
How much is it?
Here! Get it.
How have you been?
So, did you find your kids?
I still haven't. My wife is looking around at orphanages all day.
Don't just look inside Seoul, search outside as well.
Yes, I'll do that.
- Oh oh! - Oh... yes.
How is business going?
Dollars cost like gold.
I wish you good luck.
Have a good night!
I'm mortified, Sir. I'll have to shoot another one.
What did you say?
Fofo... For real.
What the hell is this? Are you shooting photos without film?
It's not that.
If I shoot a photo, but then you don't pay,
how am I ever going to buy other film?
- Ehhh... - So...
Here, here.
Let's shoot it for real.
Ahh... yes, thank you.
Come here, Hyungnim.
- Yes! - Ehh...
Here.
Here, I'm shooting.
One... Two...
Three!
No matter how hard I try, I can't figure you out.
Didn't you hear the merchants in Myeongdong?
They'll happily pay for protection, so build up a gang.
Will you let Lee Jung Jae steal all that from you?
- Wait here. - Uh?!
Ahhh... really.
- How much? - Just a 100,000 won will do.
Is 100,000 won your cat's name? It's enough to get a decent house.
If it's too much of a waste for you, then forget it.
Where are you going to use that money?
Lee Hwa Ryong's sister
If you want to give it to me, just do it. Why the questions?
I always hear Lee Jung Jae's gang is filled to the brim with money.
How can you keep just spending like that?
Then, should I become a gangster, too?
Who said you need to get your hands dirty?
Hwa Ryong.
You can't use violence for no reason.
He who kills by the sword dies by the sword, you know?
Ahh... just give it to me. Always counting!
Listen to that! Know how hard it is to make money?
What's this, Aunim?
Use half for Sirasoni's hospital bills and to get him back on track.
The other half is for our boys.
Tell them to stay out of Myeongdong for a while.
They can just lie low for the time being.
Aunim... Aunim!
Until things quiet down, tell them to lie low.
Aunim!
Aunim.
Lee Hwa Ryong was a real man's man, who never used his fist even once.
The real "fist" of Myeongdong, so to speak,
was the man known as "Boss Shin," Shin Sang Hyeon.
He controlled Myeongdong from around 1965 to 1985.
Jang Ho Geun (novelist)
So you could say just about everything important...
which happened during those days...
had something to do, or even started from him.
The thing is, no matter what people say, Shin Sang Hyeon was a "boss."
He never worked under anyone.
Of course he did run "errands" on occasion...
whenever his fists were needed, but in all truth, he should be considered...
the real boss of Myeongdong.
Should I serve you a coffee?
Welcome.
Shin Sang Hyeon
Stop there!
Use that phone, and I'll kill you right here.
What did he do wrong, to deserve being hit like that?
How can you hit an elder like that?
You must not know what laws mean.
Who are you?
He runs the radio station on the other side of the road.
What is wrong with you, in the middle of the day?!
Hey, you!
This is for him.
I'm sorry. I've mistaken you.
He looked like Lee Hwa Ryong from behind.
I should have just asked him if he was Lee Hwa Ryong before hitting him.
He thought he was Lee Hwa Ryong?!
Yes!
Madam! How does he look like?
Oh... Sajangnim*!
*Usually means "director," but here it's more a glorified version of "boss"
Why did you send out so much money?
Our boys didn't cause any ruckus, did they?
Ohhh... ruckus?!
I treated all our employees to a nice party, thanks to you.
I've heard you're doing well these days.
Ahh... don't even tell me about it.
We had so many people coming yesterday,
I had to open the theater windows to let people in the corridors see.
Isn't Im Chun Aeng the best these days?
- Is Director Baek inside? - Yes, come on in.
Yes, there you go.
Oh! It's Im Chun Aeng!
In a period when very few movies were being made, she was...
Im Chun Aeng*, the most popular star of the 50s. (*traditional opera actress)
No, since the role played by Im Chun Aeng was a man,
should we just call her "hero"?
Classical opera's heroine, Im Chun Aeng
So that's what happened?
Baek Sun Seong (Arts Theater director)
Looks like I was the target, and he hit someone else by mistake.
Things are getting quite ugly, I see.
There is nothing to worry. Would he do that again?
Who could it be?
It can't be Lee Jung Jae.
He was warned already.
Warned by whom?
Pretending you don't know?!
Is it true Lee Gi Bong is behind Lee Jung Jae?
Ahh... why would someone like him help out a gangster?
He might end up in Gyeongmudae* in a few years.
*Between 1948 and 1960, the old name of Cheongwadae, the Blue House
Is Lee Gi Bong that powerful?
He was a secretary of President Lee when he was in America, wasn't he?
They're really close.
That's why I'm always telling you to have a meeting with him, Lee Sajang.
I think Lee Jung Jae is behind this.
What?
I asked around, and the guy who was trying to get me was this "Boss Shin."
He's working for Jung Pal, but he and I would never have to resort to that,
so there must be another reason.
Nah, it's not that. It's not that, Lee Sajang.
It's a rather tangled matter.
I'll explain it to you later,
but from now on, nothing like that is ever going to happen.
The cover is blown all right. And I tried to feign ignorance.
Lee Sajang.
You need to keep Myeongdong in your hands.
Even from above, I'm hearing a lot of praise directed at you.
That you're a gentleman who respects artists,
and that the way you treat merchants made this place like our own Ginza*.
*Upscale commercial district in Chuo, Tokyo
Try to let someone like Lee Jung Jae get a hold of this place, instead.
Lee Jung Jae might know the market like the palm of his hands,
but he's just a simpleton, uh?
Think of what would happen with him ruling this place.
Would those artists like the idea?
They wouldn't spare complaints.
Writers, directors, journalists... Are they afraid of running their tongues?
Myeongdong is the perfect fit for you.
It's made for you, uh?
The man in charge of the Arts Theater, Director Baek Sun Seong.
There were rumors...
he became a "blood brother" with Lee Jung Jae and Lee Gi Bong,
something only a political veteran like him could achieve.
You fools aren't even people!
Who took care of you when you had nowhere to go?
Lee Sajang saved your lives!
But some rat bastard infiltrates Myeongdong to harm him,
and you can't even stop that?
Where have you been? Uh?
Didn't I say to protect him like a shadow?
Enough.
What is this disgrace?!
Think what the boys in Dongdaemun* and Jongro* will think of us.
*"Three Kingdoms" of organized crime (with Myeongdong) during first half of 1900s
I said that's enough!
Everyone, get up.
Ahhh... you fools!
I said stop!
I can't take this anymore!
You suffered that kind of humiliation...
Stay out of Myeongdong for the time being.
If we fight them with violence, we'll all be treated as vile gangsters.
Don't spend all that money foolishly, and take good care of yourselves.
On your faces, you pricks!
Our story about the gang world is getting longer.
But, if you truly wish to talk about the Myeongdong of the 1950s,
you can't possibly leave Lee Hwa Ryong out.
To understand how much he loved and respected all those artists,
all one needs is a look at the films he ended up producing.
Directed by Kang Dae Jin and starring Kim Seung Ho, "A Coachman"...
won the Silver Bear at Berlin,
a monumental achievement for Korean cinema.
Among the films produced before this, you could find "Madame Freedom."
Jung Bi Seok's "Madame Freedom,"
serialized in the Seoul Shinmun from January 1954,
represented the turning point in washing away the painful vestiges of the war.
It was the first novel to truly expose that clash of the sexes...
which had lain dormant for years, forbidden by the establishment.
It told the story of a woman's escapades, in a way which was...
almost impossible to imagine at the time, completely shaking our...
ethical values which had collapsed along with the war.
We'll tell her story in our next episode.
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These days, married women are filling dance halls.
You're saying Mr. Yoon's wife had an affair?
His wife fell for the charms of dance!
Keep an eye on your wife.
What?
You fool!
We call for an immediate suspension of the "Madame Freedom" series.
"Madame Freedom" is not a fantasy I created,
but merely a reenactment of today's trends.
Don't you know the West's first real revolution...
started from Lady Chatterley's skirt?
They're talking about adapting "Madame Freedom" into a play.
What is Kim Su Young doing these days?
He must have suffered a lot in the war.
I'm sorry, Miss Noh. I'm always bothering you.
Seonsaengnim.
I like you, too.
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