the movie: Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter...and Spring, 2003
the meal: Char-grilled boneless leg of lamb, crispy potato-leek rösti with Greek yogurt, chopped fennel and olive salad, milk chocolate hazelnut panna cotta

To begin, there was a shower of iridescent yellow forsythia lighting up stony damp skies. Then, the hopeful crocuses and midget daffodils. Spidery bare limbs releasing slivery green emissions, and buds the size of bumble bees squeeze out of barken pinholes, presenting bone-white treasures. Off to the side, there, hedges of syrupy Japonica sweeten the pot, and the fruit trees start to dance; first the Asian pear, and then a ceiling of apple and cherry as if to sandwich one’s conscience in color and strip the brazen grays from their seeded perch.




As the spring’s first blossoms begin to peek out of their new buds and the green shoots reappear out of the dark earth, I am reminded of the eternal circle of life. And this is the theme of the movie Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring. As I try to succinctly capture the film’s power and emotional strength, I think this viewer’s words say it as well as I could.
"This film left me speechless, and I still have a hard time putting how I feel about this movie into words. After seeing it the first time in the theater, my friend and I couldn't bring ourselves to say a word to each other...not even in the car on the ride back. The second time I saw it, after purchasing it, another friend and I walked around the campus for half an hour in silence. The third time, a friend and I sat in silence in her room for an hour after the movie was over. This film is that profound, touching, and moving. Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter...Spring is the most beautiful movie I have ever seen. Visually it is fantastic. The film manages to speak directly to the soul (or...failing to believe in the soul...something deep inside anyone watching it), and this is where it's beauty lies. Parts are so affecting that a painful nostalgia for a place you never knew overwhelms you.
She is right.
For the bottle, we went with a friend’s ripe juicy syrah to complement the grilled lamb. Five Zero Nine is a small Washington specialty winery making really nice wines from Walla Walla and the Columbia Valley. They do a really nice Viognier as well as Syrah, and Kevin Conroy tells me they will soon be releasing a pink Syrah, so get ready for the summer quaff.

And a soft billowy night it is as a 60-degree trade wind effect glides through West Seattle, ripening a hopeful winter gaze and softening our scorn. Replaced with mouthfuls of manna, warmth of skin, and visions of grassy barefoot walks.
Recipes available here:
Grilled leg of lamb: http://bit.ly/9vcd5Q
Crispy potato-leek rösti: http://bit.ly/bCcg6O
Chopped fennel and olive salad: http://bit.ly/aRQrlH
Milk chocolate hazelnut panna cotta: http://nyti.ms/aVQm5G
Great blogpost - excellent (and surprising) choice of movie. I didn't think anyone but myself had ever seen that film and reacted so profoundly.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyable paean to spring. Well done. My acknowledgment of our own 78-degree day will be the creation of your fennel and olive salad...as well as, if I can find it, a bottle of robust shiraz.
BF! Khalid and Molly here..if we invite you, will you recreate the post? Really like the roti and fennel and olive salad and will likely steal for my Molly Group meals next week. xoxo LF
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