This year’s London Korean Film Festival is celebrating a
century of Korean film but sadly much of the first 30 years is lost which is
why Yong-Gyu Yoon’s striking, bitter-sweet film is to be treasured all the
more. It’s a beautifully shot film that finds pain even in peace and is a
fearless examination of family, maternal bonds and mortal sin: do we deserve
happiness, is it even a natural state?
A young boy is abandoned aged three by his mother and
left in the care of monks at a Buddhist temple in the hills far outside Seoul. She
is poor and unable to care for one more child and as we join the film we see
the boy Do-seong – played with remarkable tenderness by Min Yu – a few years on,
trying to understand why he was abandoned and clinging on to the hope that
someday she will return.
The chief monk (Ki-jong Byeon) won’t reveal the truth and
wants Do-seong to complete his spiritual journey in order to atone for the sins
of his mother but, as those around tell him tales can he attain this higher
level in ignorance? The temple worker (Heon-yong Oh) who tells him his mother
will return when he has grown taller or when the next year has passed, means
well but this only keeps him in a childlike state of grace.
Other boys hunt for birds as Do-seong lives in discipline
and hope.
Min Yu and Eun-hie Choi |
Clearly there is going to be a conflict between the
strictures of faith and maternal love and the film deals with this in
unexpected and thought-provoking ways. It says much that speaks to the modern
heart and the juxtaposition of Do-seong’s turmoil with the peaceful
surroundings subverts expectations: there is no peace without love and loyalty
is a poor substitute for family.
Yong-Gyu Yoon’s understands the mind of a child and
balances his emotional narratives with sublime external cinematography. His
challenge to the audience is both subtle and respectful, you cannot watch this
film without taking sides, forming opinions and, ultimately being surprised.
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