A Rainy Day

The scouts

The premise reads like a Hallmark setup, but Myung seems aware of that trap—I'd need to see if there's actual subversion buried in the rain metaphor or if it's just twee restraint masquerading as depth.

A one-minute coming-of-age moment suggests formal discipline, and Myung's work sits comfortably in the lineage of intimate realist shorts; the constraint itself becomes a curatorial statement about what a meeting can hold.

In sixty seconds, Myung makes a single choice—probably in how the two girls' gazes meet, or the exact rhythm of the cut before the rain falls—that decides whether this is sentimental or genuinely still; that decision is everything.