No os perdáis la BSO de 'Friend (Chin goo)' del enlace de Krycek, no sé si habéis hablado de la peli aquí pero la banda sonora es subyugante.

Según imdb.com es de:
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Original music by
Man-Sik Choi&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp *&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp (as Choi Man-shik)
Sun-shik Choi&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp *&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp

Una pequeña review que he encontrado:
<blockquote>Quote:<hr> Chingu (Friend) by Kwak Kyung-taek and the Chinese Fu Qin Ba Ba (Fathers) made going to Montreal worthwhile. An autobiographical story, Chingu recounts the friendship of four schoolboys in the 70es in Pusan, South Korea. The environment they live in combines harsh repression with impoverishment, a mix that allows violence to flourish. As they grow up, they have to take a stand for or against a life of crime, and these choices will taint their relationship forever. The movie delves into the limits and limitations of friendship, from its most brutal expression to its redemptory qualities. The film doesn’t slip into testosterone-laden action, even with an almost solely male set of characters. It centers on the characters’ emotions, and scenes of extreme violence alternate with contemplative moments. At the other extreme, Lou Jian’s debut feature Fathers was a purely poetical experience depicting the end of an old-world lifestyle. Its low pace and ‘slice-of-life’ narrative genre may seem boring to some; to me, Fathers felt more like experiencing a specific cultural era than watching a movie. The story centers on Qianwei, now in his 50es, living with his father in a modern Beijing where he feels he doesn’t belong. He remembers his friendship with Uncle Zhai, a sort of surrogate father, and a time when life seemed more meaningful. Fathers goes back and forth between past and present, and between a substitute father symbolizing relationships and a biological one representing the lack thereof. At a crossroad in his life, Qianwei has to let go of the past and explore what could still be –with his real father. More than a story, the movie conveys the bittersweet feeling of what could have been.
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Saludos. Max.</p>