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woman, telling her how her children and grandchildren are faring in the big city.
Huo handles the scene beautifully, not only in itself, but also in regards to the bigger picture. While he reads, we ponder: How long did it take for him to get into this routine? How many trips along the route? Is this something the son could have learned on his own?
In another village, a happy couple has postponed their wedding until the postman has arrived and can join them. He's part of an enormous community, but also utterly alone.
Indeed, the entire movie swims delightfully in such universal contradictions. Each and every tiny gesture or footstep along the path has enormous repercussions; it's both an old routine and completely new. When father and son stop for a rest, we know that this spot will continue to live on in the son's memory after he takes the route solo, each time he passes it.
Sometimes Huo slips just a little. In one scene, the wind carries away a handful of letters. The father and his dog chase after them in slow motion, which adds extra significance to an event that doesn't need it. And when the son carries the father across a frigid stream on his back, the narration doubles up, telling us what we're already thinking.
But for the most part, Huo succeeds with a superb debut, using a painterly sense of landscape to capture its beauty and its flow. "Postmen in the Mountains" crosses the line between subtlety and sweetness to become the most intelligent audience-friendly foreign language film since "Jean de Florette" and "Manon of the Spring."
Unfortunately, the English subtitles on this print are so poorly translated that we sometimes don't understand what the characters are saying*. Nonetheless, the physical beauty of the film speaks volumes. Don't miss it.
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* The print that the critic saw is from other sources, not from CCE. We have re-done the English subtitles. |