A delicate, autumnal film concerning a Korean lady afflicted by a difficult grandson and by her incipient Alzheimer’s. As troubles mount, poetry becomes her bridge to stoical consolation, though final eloquence is tied on like a ribbon. Chang-dong Lee directed with felicity, as if channeling echoes of the more rigorous Japanese master Yasujirō Ozu, and the lovely veteran (about 300 films) Jeong-hie Yun gives a performance rich in small grace notes. It’s a true art film, but also like a Korean shrine made of wistful Hallmark cards. (2011) — David Elliott
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