Country: Vietnam
Film: When the
Tenth Month Comes / Bao Gio Cho Den Thang Muoi (1985)
Duyen, a young Vietnamese actress in the local community
theater, is ferried home in the waning months of the Vietnam War after heading
to the mountains to visit her husband, a soldier. She bears a letter informing
her of his death. Still in shock and overwhelmed by bottled-up emotions, she
faints and slips into the river. We learn later that she was rescued by Zhang,
the village teacher and an aspiring poet. He afterwards unwittingly discovers
the letter while drying out his poems that tumbled overboard in the excitement. The
two begin spending time together and strike up an unusual relationship, with
Zhang forging fake letters home for the widow to help spare her child, Tuan,
and dying father-in-law from the learning the tragic news.
Duyen, haunted not
just by vivid memories but by literal ghosts, is slower than Zhang to realize
their growing love. Having vowed to keep her secret, Zhang can't defend himself
when the village begins suspecting a scandalous affair (from their point of
view she is still a married woman with a husband loyally serving his country),
alienating him from the town and especially his well-meaning girlfriend. Zhang,
dejected, goes into self-enforced exile. Duyen's father-in-law sinks into the
final stages of his illness. Tuan runs away from home to find his dad.
Low-key and touching, When the Tenth Month Comes is a film
about healing, a tough topic in the aftermath of a painful war, which nevertheless finds
delicate romantic expression in Duyen and Zhang's unconsummated love. The film
is also about learning to balance the sorrows of the past with the necessities
of the present with Duyen's instincts pulling her in two directions: her
undiminished feelings for her late husband compel her to keep his memory sacred
and endure a sort of survivor guilt penance, while her youth and vitality draw
her back into life and love. The film, though dealing with the heaviness of loss
and recovery, guilt and innocence, honesty and secrecy, treats its characters
gently and, though they are never free of problems, they are unanimously
endowed with good intentions. In the hands of a less talented director this
would, perhaps, have too great a flavor of official nationalist rhetoric, but
instead it feels like genuine compassion and gives us a rare post-war film
devoid of anger or moralizing.
The characters manage to have a simplicity of
spirit that doesn't rob them of the full range of emotional experience or the
need to question and soul-search; they are given the time and dignity to work
through their pain and confusion over the natural progression of day-to-day
trials, and their transition is felt in scenes as explicit as Duyen's tearful
breakdown during an all-too-close-to-home play or her dream-time search through
an eerie ghost market, and in moments as quiet as a mother and son guiding the ascent of
a handmade kite. The films is shot in black and white, with expressive
camerawork that, along with the music, captures the warmth of daylight and the
melancholy of nighttime with a lucid poetic grace reminiscent of Ozu or Renoir.
My Favorites:
The Scent of Green Papaya
When the Tenth Month Comes
Cyclo
Owl and the Sparrow
Buffalo Boy
Major Directors:
Tran Anh Hung
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