“I’d kill for that job,” you say, but would you really? Maybe in this economy, and maybe if you lived in a society where what you did for a living defined everything about you: social status, wife and children, the respect of your peers, your existence as a man. I’m not talking about the United States — no, no, of course I’m not — but South Korea, the setting for Park Chan-wook’s wicked comedy of capitalism and homicide, “No Other Choice.”
