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Little Forest

2018 · Yim Soon-rye

For a cozy night in when you're burnt out and want a film to lower your heart rate — comfort viewing that still has something real to say about starting over. Do not watch on an empty stomach.

What it's about

After a failed exam and a stalled life in Seoul, a young woman moves back to her mother's empty farmhouse in the countryside and cooks her way through a full year — kimchi buried for winter, flower pasta in spring, rice wine brewed for friends. Between meals she reconnects with two old friends and carries on a long-running argument, in her head, with the mother who left.

The experience

Calm, warm, and genuinely restorative — the cinematic equivalent of a slow meal with people you like. Nothing terrible happens and nothing needs to; you leave hungry and weirdly at peace.

Performances

Kim Tae-ri, fresh off The Handmaiden, anchors the film with easy, unforced charm — she makes chopping vegetables and sulking at an absent mother equally watchable.

The craft

The food is shot with documentary patience — real recipes, real steam, real dirt under the fingernails — and the film is structured around the four seasons, so the landscape itself does the storytelling. Its quiet radicalism is what it refuses: no villain, no romance mandate, no punishing lesson about returning to the city.

Why it matters

Adapted from Daisuke Igarashi's manga (already filmed in Japan), Yim Soon-rye's version became a touchstone of Korean healing cinema and a perennial rewatch for anyone dreaming of quitting the city.

Reception & legacy: how Little Forest was received, argued over, and remembered →

Kim Tae-ri, fresh off The Handmaiden, plays Hye-won, who quits Seoul after a failed exam and returns to her mother's empty farmhouse to cook her way through a year — kimchi buried for winter, flower pasta in spring, makgeolli brewed for friends. Yim Soon-rye, whose career since her 1996 debut Three Friends makes her one of the most durable figures among Korean women directors, adapts Daisuke Igarashi's manga (already filmed in Japan as a four-season diptych) and compresses it into a single, airy Korean year, trading the Japanese versions' near-monastic solitude for friendship and a running argument with an absent mother. The food is shot with documentary patience — real recipes, real steam, real dirt under the fingernails. Its quiet radicalism is structural: no villain, no romance mandate, no return-to-the-city redemption, just a young woman calculating what a good life actually costs. In Korea it became the touchstone of so-called healing cinema; elsewhere it circulates like a seasonal ritual, taken down off the shelf when the ground thaws.

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