The silent volcano that “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring” is…
Stillness. How long can you take it? For what period can you be at the same place, doing nearly the same thing? Is seeking worldly pleasures a sin? What are experiences? What are the bounds that we, as human beings, ought to adhere to? What is forgiveness and who grants it? What is knowledge? Who is the one imparting it?
Writer-director Kim Ki-duk’s “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring” drenches you in a sea of reflective questions. An arresting mood piece, the film chronicles the life of a Buddhist Monk and his disciple with each stage segmented into seasons. Surrealist in certain crucial junctures, the film possesses the terrific quality wherein its bizarre atmosphere begins to consume you. The viewer could easily derive a fly on the wall experience from the start till the end. He/she could even be the rooster or the cat, each of which represents a thing or two in this moody and (almost) dialogue-less film.
Spring Summer Fall Winter …. and
A marvelous treat that the film is visually, Kim Ki-duk makes sure to garnish his film with a definite contemplative quality. Plus, the balance that the film chooses to maintain with respect to seasons is a touch of mastery. One gets the story’s placid progression, and the characters’ individual evolutions do not jar, as does the immediate backdrop’s everlasting constancy. Furthermore, the film intrigues us enough to research a little on the culture/philosophy which forms its communication medium.
A modern day classic, in every sense of the word!