Jay Song’s two-hour long, complete implosion of the social contract, 4PM, is delightfully frustrating, and terribly absurd. Loosely based on the Belgian novel, “The Stranger Next Door,” written by Francophone author Amélie Nothomb, the film plays as if that scene from ‘The Burbs — the one where a meet-the-neighbours visit sees all parties sit in awkward, tense silence until Tom Hanks chokes on a sardine topped pretzel — was stretched out to feature film length. A film of fruitless small talk, due to the desire to be polite turns into a comic-existential horror film, the pace is often restrained, but the camera work is utterly manic. Jeong-In, a philosophy professor who about to embark on a one year sabbatical, decides to buy a home…
