“What do you think a good film is about?”

“A good film is a good film.”

“That’s too generic.”

“The question is too abstract, so I can’t help it.”

“That’s why you’re no fun, Maru-seonbae. What do you think, Ando-seonbae? What do you think a good film is?”

“A good film? I guess it is something that a lot of people watch, I guess? If many people watch it that would mean there’s a good message and is entertaining, so that would mean that a good film is something that is watched a lot?”

“No way. Then are all the films in this world that aren't ‘major’ bad films? Because no one watches them?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“If you ask that specifically, I guess I have nothing to say.”

“What the heck.”

Maru quietly ate the fried dumplings during Sora and Ando’s discussion. Sora praised this place for its dumplings in this neighborhood, and indeed, they were really good. It lived up to its reputation. The other members of the film production club, who sat around the table in the living room, didn’t care whether or not their club president and this rookie director were discussing or not and just kept eating. Thinking that they were wise to do so, Maru also moved his hand.

“Maru-seonbae, don’t just keep eating and tell me something.”

“Now what?”

“A good film. Who else would discuss film philosophy...