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There was a lot to like about Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring, but I got a kick out of the way it played with various genres, shifting violently in tone from a faux-European pastoral coming-of-age, through hardboiled police procedural, even nodding to martial arts films—each time in a tongue-in-cheek, parodic way.
Which would be one thing if it were a wacky comedy, but it isn't—it's amovie with fundamentally serious things on its mind, which usually necessitates a certain consistency of tone. It shouldn't have worked: it should have ruined the flow and undercut the narrative.
But that didn't happen. Instead these little flashes of pop-culture knowingness humanized the film, saving it from being merely an austere Buddhist parable—it ended up being both moving and wonderfully entertaining. A great movie. |
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