Rarely does a movie move me to tears like this one dead. It perfectly encapsulates the horrors of the Korean War as felt by the innocent civilians of the North, and how those horrors continued to shadow over the rest of those victims' lives. The movie is titled so because the main character Yoon Duk Soo's entire lifespan becomes on large ode to his father and his last words to him as a boy. The movie in that sense captures the concept of filial piety and absolute dedication that Asian cultures typically have toward their parents and family members. I do hate the fact that Duk Soo never really gives himself any thought, and selflessly plods on, job after dangerous job, doing perhaps more as a substitute father than what his real father would have done for the family. But that is how his trauma and guilt manifests itself. He was a boy then and he had been given such a big responsibility at such a young age. It was never his fault that Maksoon slipped and was lost. This is a great movie to watch if you really want to cry.