A naked man paints himself.

While preparing to shut down the photo studio business that he has been running, a man hears that someone named Chulsu has died.

Yoon-young fell for Song-hyeon when she was married to his friend. When she gets divorced, he takes her on a trip to Gunsan, where they stay at a guest house run by a middle-aged man and his autistic daughter.

A bookseller from Seoul travels with a young woman to Fukuoka in Japan to meet a former friend from university. While their reunion is haunted by the conflicts of the past, his travel companion floats through the plot as if moving through a dream.

Yoon-ju dies under mysterious circumstances while working on a film. At the urging of Director Kim, her younger sister Yoon-hee starts making the film but memories of her dead sister keep haunting her. When Yoon-hee sees her sister’s apparition lying in the bathtub looking at her one day, she falls and hurts her eye. From that day on, Yoon-hee goes back and forth between herself and the dead sister and tries to keep a distance from her boyfriend Han-gi, who grows more and more concerned and tells her to quit the film. But, Kim pushes the reluctant Yoon-hee to keep working on finishing it. As she continues to shoot the film, Yoon-hee finds herself caught up in confusion as she crosses the borders between the present and the past and between reality and cinema.

They're losers, but nice ones. Every day they sit at Yeri's bar, smitten by the young Chinese-Korean woman. Yeri doesn't have a preference. To her, they are equally sweet: Jongbin, a milk-drinking epileptic, Ikjune, a former petty criminal, and the introverted Jungbum, who fled from North Korea.

People have varying perceptions and definitions of love and movies. One must overcome differing opinions and disregard insignificant factors in order to achieve the end product in each aspect. However, it is these trivial features that matter in the end and leave their imprint on our souls. Whether it is for love or for movies, we must continue to question and attend to the subtle inscriptions upon our emotions.