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A Buddhist observes humanity with sharp and stern eyes
By A. O. Scott
NY TIMES NEWS SERVICE
Friday, May 28, 2004, Page 20
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Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter .... and Spring is one of the films that is gaining South Korea international attention.
PHOTO COURTESY OF HWA JAAN
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Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter .... and Spring is an exquisitely simple movie. Written and directed by Kim Ki-duk, it was filmed at a single location -- a remote and picturesque mountain lake in a South Korean wilderness preserve -- and it concentrates on the relationship between a Buddhist monk and his young protege, characters whose names are never spoken. But like William Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience, the film's lyrical plainness is the sign of a profound and sophisticated artistic sensibility. In five sharp, concise vignettes that correspond to the seasons of the title, Kim manages to isolate something essential about human nature and at the same time, even more astonishingly, to comprehend the scope of human experience.
The subject of "Spring" is spiritual discipline, which the older monk distills into a set of lessons that are, like the film, self-evident and enigmatic. They also reflect aspects of Buddhism not always sufficiently appreciated in the West, often witty and occasionally harsh.
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Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter ... and Spring
Directed by: Kim Ki-duk
Starring: Old Monk as Oh Young-soo (Kim Ki-duk), Adult Monk (Kim Young-min), Young Adult Monk (Seo Jae-kyeong), Boy Monk (Ha Yeo-jin), Detective Choi (Park Ji-a )
Language: Korean (Chinese, but no English subtitles)
Taiwan Release: Today |
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In the first chapter the child monk, indulging a boyish taste for cruelty to animals, ties rocks around the bodies of a fish, a frog and a snake and laughs as they struggle to move. That night the older monk ties a stone to the boy, saying he will remove it when the animals are free. There is an element of slapstick in this punishment, as well as a severe and uncompromising notion of responsibility. If any of the animals have died, the teacher tells his pupil, "you will carry this stone in your heart for the rest of your life."
Animals figure in other chapters: a cat's tail is used as a calligraphy brush, and there is a quizzical rooster and a deadpan turtle. They are emblems of the natural world, Aesopian metaphors offering silent commentary on the foibles of humanity.
The master and his protege live in extreme isolation; their small wooden house, on a raft in the middle of the lake, is the only habitation for kilometers around. But emissaries from the outside world occasionally reach them. In "Summer" they are joined by a young woman seeking treatment for an unspecified disease. (The style of her clothes is one of the few indications that the film takes place in modern times.) She and the younger monk, who since "Spring" has become a man, slip into a love affair that marks his fall from innocence into experience. "Lust," his tolerant mentor warns, "awakens the desire to possess, which ends in the intent to murder."
When the mentor is proved right in "Autumn," the proof may at first seem melodramatic and literal minded. For all its hushed, philosophical mood, Kim's film has moments of intense, theatrical
feeling. To illustrate the ideals of harmony and peace, a certain amount of discord and dissonance must be endured. The music sometimes tests the limits of such endurance; it sounds better suited to accompany the sinking of the Titanic than the progress of the monk's creaky rowboat.
But the story, effortlessly joining the cycle of the seasons to the larger rhythms of the life cycle, has a beguiling perfection. Along the way there are numerous surprises, and you are never sure, as one chapter gives way to the next, how many changes will have taken place. But by the end -- when you are back at spring, with a young acolyte and a gray-haired master -- the film takes on the heft and gravity of one of the smooth stone Buddhas that decorate the old monk's house. It seems less a modern work of art than a solid, ancient object that has always been there, waiting to be found.
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