Exhuma, or, 8 Feet in the Grave

At the start of Exhuma, we see a young woman and man sitting next to each other on a first-class flight. Both of them go beyond movie-star beautiful into model or pop star beautiful, and they’re both fashionably dressed. The man is more casually dressed, and he’s resting while listening to headphones. His arms and chest are covered in tattoos of Chinese characters. The woman is more serious, looking out the window and thinking. A flight attendant comes up and asks, in Japanese I believe, whether the woman needs anything else before landing. The woman says no and then politely but firmly points out that she’s Korean, not Japanese. The flight attendant apologizes in Korean and moves on. There’s a ton that’s packed into that short moment. It’s the modern day. They’re at the end of a long flight. They’re affluent, or at least stylish, and they seem to be effortlessly so, instead of keeping up a show of style and sophistication. He gives off the vibe of an up-and-coming pop star. She’s…