Fittingly, the film opens in winter with 89-year-old Kang Gye-yeol weeping before her “Hubby’s” burial site. The remaining 85 minutes are spent in flashback waiting for the shot to bookend before the final fade. Please don’t scream “Insensitive oaf!” over what’s to follow. It’s because I have a heart that I couldn’t stomach this set-’em-up-to-watch-’em-die tear-jerker of the lowest order. Ninety-eight-year-old Jo Byeong-man has one foot and ten toes in the grave and director Jin Mo-young exploits every inch of his race to the cemetery. That includes getting as much mileage as possible out of the distress exhibited by his bride of 76 years. Mo-young ramps up the adorableness, treating the heartsore lovebirds like a pair of senescent Munchkins reverting to childhood long enough to engage in a leaf or snowball fight for the camera. Apart from a brief testimonial from a granddaughter, precious little about the couple’s past — not even a sepia-tone snapshot — comes into view. As fly-on-the-sarcophagus violations of human dignity go, here’s one I deeply regret witnessing. (2014) — Scott Marks
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