Four girls — one of them a Korean exchange student still finding her feet in Japanese — three chords, and a school festival deadline that won’t stop creeping closer. That’s basically the whole film, and it works a treat.
Most of it is just hanging around: a guitar gets tuned, one of them’s gone AWOL, another’s starving, and nobody’s got a clue what’s happening next. Bae Doona is a joy as Son, hesitating her way through conversations and still stealing scenes. Her karaoke run at “Linda Linda” is where it all clicks. Full commitment, zero polish. Easily the sweetest bit in the whole thing.
What won me over was the friendship — bruised feelings, awkward silences, and that strange dead time of being a teenager, all playing out alongside the rehearsals. If you’re after instant punk energy, this will test your patience: there’s a good hour of killing time before the amps finally switch on. But once the band plays, it hits hard, and I came out fonder of these four than I’d bargained for.
By the time they count in “Linda Linda”, you’re singing along whether you like it or not.