This movie is...! And I couldn't find the right words to explain what I think or how I feel about it, except that this hauntingly beautiful masterpiece made me a Kim Ki-duk convert overnight.  I'm not sure what's the relationship of golf or what it symbolises to the story, apart from it being an utterly boring sport. Nevertheless, its equipment can, and is, capable of hurting people. I have to address the elephant in the room here, which is the creepiness, or at least the idea, of the lead male character entering anybody's home. You know it's wrong to come in without invitation, but there's a strange sort of sympathy and understanding he injects to the audiences as he treats each home with care whenever he cleans, washes, and repair things, contrary to what house breaking really means. He doesn't have any ill intent so to speak, he's only there to experience the warmth of a home because it's obvious that he doesn't have one. What I feel for him is sadness, not from disgust, pity nor contempt, but sadness borne out of kindness, from the feeling that there are people who can genuinely love something or someone. Yes, 3-Iron is a love story.