Puchon International Fantastic Film Festival | |
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Location | Bucheon, South Korea |
Language | International |
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The Puchon International Fantastic Film Festival (부천국제판타스틱영화제), or PiFan, is an international film festival held annually in July in Bucheon, South Korea. Inaugurated in 1997, the festival focuses on South Korean and international horror, thriller, mystery and fantasy films, with particular attention to Asian cinema, mainly films from East Asia and Southeast Asia.
The 11th edition of PiFan, held from 12 to 21 July 2007, featured 225 films from 33 countries.
The 12th edition of PiFan was held between 18 and 27 July 2008.
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The festival's programming consists of eight sections:
The festival is non-competitive, except for the Puchon Choice section, in which the "Golden Kebbi" is bestowed the "Best of Puchon" film.
The festival faced a boycott in 2005 to protest what was seen by critics as meddling by Bucheon mayor Hong Geon-pyo. A rival event called RealFanta was organized that year on the same dates as PiFan by former festival director Kim Hong-joon. The festival returned in 2006 without any dispute under the direction of veteran filmmaker Lee Jang-ho and a new programming team.[1]
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How do you love a woman
With eyes cold as the barrel of her gun
Who's never missed her mark on anyone
Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne
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They say who is this beauty as elegant as ice
And later there's an accident, another charge d'affair
Is lying in a pool of blood, no witness anywhere
And they say she was a hundred miles away
The hotel porter saw her climb the stairs
And the maid with trembling hands knows what to say
When the judge says "Are your sure," "I'm sure" she
swears
Pavanne, cold steel woman Pavanne
How do you love a woman
With eyes cold as the barrel of her gun
Who's never missed her mark on anyone
Pavanne, Pavanne, Pavanne
At the presidential palace a thousand people saw
His excellency leave his car and never make the door
The blood flows from his fingers as he clutches at the
stain
He staggers like a drunken man, lies twisted in the
rain
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Her mother used to keep her boys for sure
And father's close attentions led to talk
She learned to stab her food with a silver fork
Pavanne, cold steel woman Pavanne
And they say she didn't do it for the money
And they say she didn't do it for a man
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The pleasure of the moment
Pavanne, cold steel woman Pavanne
How do you stop this woman
When everyone is moving in a trance
Like prisoners of some slow, courtly dance
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