In our world of endless noise and pointless jabber, the movies of Kim Ki-duk (Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter . . . and Spring) are transcendently quiet: the illicit lovers in this eerie South Korean drama communicate whole worlds without ever speaking, and the woman’s single line of dialogue, directed at her cuckolded husband, is almost certainly a lie. A young man (Jae Hee) drives around on his motorcycle, breaking into homes while the owners are on vacation and inhabiting their lives for a while; during one such invasion he’s caught red-handed by an abused wife (Lee Seung-yeon), and their wordless romance is like a cathedral held in cupped hands. Kim falters toward the end, and a concluding epigram about dreams versus reality seems banal compared to the deep emotional lives he’s rendered on-screen. In Korean with subtitles.