Spring in a Small Town is a quiet stunner–delicate, melancholic, and profoundly affecting. Directed by Fei Mu in 1948, it follows a woman stuck in a crumbling marriage whose life is upended when her former lover–now her husband’s friend–comes to visit. It’s a love triangle but without the melodrama. Everything’s handled with aching restraint.
Unlike most films from that era in China, it avoids politics entirely, focusing on personal emotion. That choice nearly doomed it, as Mao’s regime labelled it “bourgeois” and buried it for decades. It’s rediscovery is a gift.
The cinematography is lyrical, full of quite ruins and long silences, with an almost European art film feel–think early French realism or pre-Ozu Japan. The cast, especially Wei Wei, are superb, giving performances full of longing and nuance.
It’s slow, subtle, and haunting. This little masterpiece is not for the impatient but for those who like their heartbreak poetic.