Why Darma and Dames Dont Mix
|Photo by Kim Tae-Hwan|
and Lee Sung-Jin
The title of Kim Ki-Duks Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter . . . and Spring denotes the passage of time not just in nature but in the lives of its two main characters, a wise old Buddhist monk (Oh Young-Soo) and his apprentice, played over the course of the film by three different actors. The two men reside in a small monastery situated atop a barge in the center of a placid lake somewhere in Korea, separated from shore by a free-standing gate consisting of two large doors decorated with ornate human figures. As each chapter of Kims film begins, the doors swing open to frame the lake, the barge and the monastery forever present, forever unchanging.
When we initially see them, in the first of the films two Spring episodes, the old monk is already bony and gray, the boy (Kim Jong-Ho) a wide-eyed tot with clumsy motor skills and too-big ears. Day in, day out, they go about a regimen of prayers, the collecting of medicinal herbs and the like, while the boy learns how to tell a poisonous plant from a healing one, plus a thing or two about living harmoniously among all Gods creatures. Mischievous as lads of so few years tend to be, the boy can hardly resist the temptation to tie small rocks to the bodies of a fish, a frog and a snake tittering with glee as the animals try to escape their newfound fetters. He titters somewhat less when, the next morning, he wakes to find a much larger rock strapped to his own back, along with the old monks prescient warning that to cause harm to an innocent creature is to carry a stone in your heart for the rest of your life.
Soon enough it will be summer, the master will be even grayer and more skeletal, and the boy will be a teenager (Kim Young-Min) on the brink of strange and terrifying teenage emotions. There will appear a girl (Ha Yeo-Jin) in need of the old monks healing, and the apprentice will fall head over heels for her. He will even despite being told that lust awakens the desire to possess and, in turn, the intent to kill run away from the monastery to be with this girl, only to return (now an adult, played by the director himself) in the fall. Then come winter and spring again, until such time as the boy himself has grown wizened and old, and acquired an apprentice of his own.
If this risks making Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter . . . and Spring sound like a high-toned bildungsroman, with an obvious tip of the hat (both in title and temperament) to Japanese master Yasujiro Ozu, thats because, to some extent, it is a contemplation of the human experience, suffused with lushly exotic vistas and accessible life lessons. To be sure, the film unfolds at a deliberate pace, with a soundtrack occupied less by dialogue than by the sounds of water flowing and crickets chirping. And if you listen carefully enough, you might just hear the sound of one hand clapping.
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Dime-store Buddhism aside, though, what gives Spring, Summer its kick is that, at the end of the day, the film is still recognizably the work of its perverse and prolific creator, whose best-known prior film, The Isle one of 10 features released since 1996 employed a similar lakeside setting to chart the relationship between a suicidal fugitive and a mute but murderous woman. Here again just beneath the movies calm surface, churning like a vicious current lies Kims fearsome world of duplicitous femmes fatales and sudden eruptions of violence. Which makes for an odd and compelling tension, as though Spring, Summer were the work of both master and disciple, containing at once scenes of enormous beauty and warmth, crafted by Kims inner octogenarian, and those darker passages sealed with the imprint of a still-restless iconoclast.
SPRING, SUMMER, FALL, WINTER . . . AND SPRING | Written and directed by KIM KI-DUK | Produced by KARL BAUMGARTNER and LEE SEUNG-JAE Released by Sony Pictures Classics | At selected theaters
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Always apt to season its diet of respectable art-house fare with a dash of more commercial offerings, the City of Lights, City of Angels festival, in its final weekend, offers a roundup of cinéma fantastique in English, the sort of genre movies more likely to be remade in the U.S. than distributed here. (An exception, unavailable for advance preview, may be Dobermann director Jan Kounens $45 million, English-language Western Blueberry, adapted from the cult comic book series by Jean Moebius Giraud and sporting an eclectic international cast that includes Michael Madsen, Vincent Cassel and yes, Virginia Ernest Borgnine.) Alexandre Ajas NC-17 splatterfest Switchblade Romance (Haute Tension) begins as a retrograde bit of dont-go-into-the-cornfield horror, pauses for a mildly tense gas-station standoff, then limps its way to a twist ending that will leave you scratching your head for days trying to figure out whether this movie is actually clever or merely daft. (The plot, for what its worth, concerns a pair of female college students who actually think its a good idea to scream for help and hide underneath the bed when pursued by a psycho-killer who looks like Van Morrison.) More enjoyably junky, Jean Vebers The Pharmacist moves forward at such a breakneck pace that it seems as though every other scene may have gone missing. Vincent Pérez has a blast camping it to the hilt as the mad-hatter Parisian prescription filler who believes revenge is a dish best taken three times a day with plenty of fluids, while Guillaume Depardieu seems unusually alert as the cop drawn into his web.
Meanwhile, back on planet Earth, the festival offers encore screenings of two grim but deeply affecting titles reviewed here last week, A Birch Tree Meadow and Eager Bodies, along with the local premieres of two brighter-than-average comedies. The directorial debut of actor Michel Boujenah, Father and Sons takes that old movie-of-the-week chestnut a dying patriarch who gathers his family around him for one last reunion and gleefully cracks it open, with a disarming Philippe Noiret cast as a father who, following the lead of Royal Tenenbaum, pretends hes dying so as to force his self-absorbed offspring into taking him on a coveted Canadian fishing trip. In the closing-night selection, After You, the peerless Daniel Auteuil (in one of his rare comic roles) falls to pieces hilariously as a waiter whose own life goes haywire after he saves that of another man (José Garcia). Best of all, theres a revival screening of Jacques Demys splendid Donkey Skin, based on Charles Perraults Freudian fairy tale about a beautiful princess (Catherine Deneuve), a widower king (Jean Marais), a temperamental fairy godmother (Delphine Seyrig) and a magical ass in two senses of the word with a most unusual knack for turning straw into gold. Digitally restored so that Demys candyland visuals and Michel Legrands lilting songs (touching on everything from unrequited love to baking instructions) look and sound better than ever, Donkey Skin may well prompt you to ponder, right alongside one of the films own characters, Whatever will we do with so much joy?
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