Temporalities of Grief
By Soumya Sharma
What happens when the past doesn’t leave but lingers – quiet, unresolved, and heavy? At Queer East 2025, grief and memory seemed to haunt not only the narratives but also the structure of the films themselves, written into their pacing, silences and repetitions. In Wang Ping-Wen and Peng Tzu-Hui’s A Journey in Spring, mourning is deferred, stretched and avoided through the rigid resolution of a man who continues to live according to his daily routine alongside his wife’s deceased body, in denial of her death. In Akihiro Suzuki’s Looking For An Angel, the film traces the life of a young porn star who died violently through recollections from those who knew him. In the former, grief is shaped by the quiet ache of losing a lifelong partner who had become inseparable from one’s own self; in the latter, it is moulded by a future that could have been, cut short before it could be fully experienced. Both are shaped by the unresolved weight of absence; yet one mourns the end of a shared lifetime, while the other contends with the brutality of erasure. What emerges is a sense of emotional haunting, as characters grapple with a grief-induced rupture in the temporality of everyday life.
Set in a lush green rain-soaked hillside just beyond Taipei, A Journey in Spring unfolds in a quiet, traditional home, seemingly untouched by modernity. Khim-Hok (King Jieh-Wen), an ageing, conservative man, and his wife Siu-Tuan (Kuei-Mei Yang, known for her iconic role in Vive L’Amour) venture up and down the mountain into town to complete errands before returning to their secluded abode. Their domestic life is punctuated by bickering and brief mentions of their estranged queer son. When Siu-Tuan suddenly dies, Khim-Hok places her body in a freezer, unable to confront her passing, and continues with his days as if she were still there. Much of his emotion is withheld; he fixes the plumbing, gets a job at a noodle shop, and sits in silence by himself. One of the few moments where his routine falters comes when he opens the freezer to add more ice. He stops, looks at her, and reaches out tenderly to touch her face. The close-up captures her features through the soft textures of the film’s 16mm medium, lending a warmth that feels both intimate and fragile. This stillness, paired with his cry, breaks the busy rhythm that has so far kept Khim-Hok’s emotion at bay. It is a gesture of startling vulnerability that breaks through his denial, making grief impossible to suppress any longer.
When their son returns, the seclusion which had so far allowed Khim-Hok to continue living with his wife is encroached, disrupting the fragile temporal suspension of his grief. As they prepare for the funeral, the relationship between Khim-Hok, his son, and the son’s partner remains laconic and steely. In several scenes, the three men spatially occupy the frame, but they often stand apart, oftentimes the dad within the background and the couple in the foreground or vice versa. The composition itself reflects their disconnection: three people moving through the same rituals across entirely different spatial and temporal planes. This intricate choreography stands in quiet contrast to earlier scenes, where Khim-Hok and his wife moved in gentle sync. Often walking slightly apart, they still followed one another, occupying the frame with a rhythm that felt habitual and interdependent. Their shared presence grounded the frame with a quiet intimacy that now feels conspicuously absent. Just before the cremation, Khim-Hok places his wife’s body in a truck and takes her on a final journey and speaks to her as if she were still alive. Her presence is not morbid, but comforting, marking a shift from the earlier freezer scene where his denial felt desperate. Now there is tenderness, a quiet attempt to stay close and say goodbye on his own terms. In the end, the film returns to its opening shot – Khim-Hok seated before the waterfall that his wife had desired to visit together, now carrying the full weight of their shared memories and her passing. Life continues, but he remains suspended in grief, and his everyday life is shaped by absence: not the kind that fades, but the kind that settles in and lingers.