Director: Ki-duk Kim
The best stories are often the simplest, for they are the most memorable. Part of the brilliance of a Shakespeare is that the main action of his plays can often be summed up in a sentence. Meanwhile, try summarizing a po-mo novel six months after you've read it. Too often our culture's art, commenting on the disposability and transience of modern culture, emulates its target too well.
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter...And Spring is one of these extraordinarily simple stories, with an almost fable quality. A Master and an Acolyte live in a small Buddhist temple that sits in the middle of a lake, and this film tells the story of their life together.
Naturally the film can be described with words like meditative or contemplative; the cinematography (and setting) are beautiful. While I'm not sure I agree with the moral teachings of the film, if there are any, I can say that it led me to thinking a great deal about the way the West has taught us to think.
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