“Iljimae” — a pulpy, heartfelt Joseon-era vigilante tale that steals from the corrupt and hands you your feelings Introduction Have you ever watched someone take back a tiny piece of power and felt your own spine straighten? That’s the pull of “Iljimae,” where a masked thief turns midnight rooftops into courtrooms and leaves a painted plum branch like a signature of hope. I hit play thinking I knew the legend—Robin Hood in a gat and mask—but the show surprised me with bruised tenderness, scrappy humor, and a hero who keeps choosing people over glory. The fights are quick and clever; the quiet moments linger like incense after prayer. You don’t need to be a sageuk expert to feel the ache of class, the pinch of injustice, or the flutter of first love under a plum tree. If you’re craving a drama that balances swashbuckling thrills with humane, everyday stakes, “Iljimae” gives you both—and then steals your heart when you’re not looking. ...