An Old Potter (독짓는 늙은이)

I haven't seen any pot in several years I was so happy to see them...

I've been around the world but, I couldn't see them anywhere else.

Oh, I see. You are from abroad.

Yes, I was drafted into the military.

-Drafted? Where is your hometown? -It's Whaeduck.

Whaeduck? So you came past it.

-I know. But I am not on my way there. -Oh, I see.

-Why are you turning it again and again? -That is how the form of a pot is made .

-Where? -From the tip of my fingers .

-These fingers? -Isn't it amazing, huh?

The Old Potter

Staff

Executive Producer Kim Seung-eop

Based on the novel by Hwang Soon-won

Screenplay by Yeo Soo-joong and Shin Bong-seung

Director of Photography You Young-gil Lighting Director Park Eung-sun

Music by Choi Chang-kwon

Production Design by Kim Ho-gyun Film Editing by Hyun Dong-choon

Sound by Son In-ho, Visual Effects by Choi Hyoung-rae Prints by Agpa

Documentation by Park Hee-young, Still Images by Park Choi Costumes by Lee Dong-sup Prop Master by Park Myeong-su

Assistant Producer Moon Chi-wu Assistant Director of Photography Kim Nam-jin Assistant Lighting Director Park Sam-jo

Line Producer Han soon-young

Cast

Hwang Hae

Yoon Jeong-hee

Nam-gung Won Heo Jang-gang

Kim Jeong-hoon Kim Hee-ra

Kim Jeong-ok Choi Bong

Kim So-jo Chon Sook Na jeong-ok

Choo Suk-yang Son Jeon Kim Chil-sung

Song Hae Park Si-myoung

Produced by Lee Jong-byuk

Directed by Choi Ha-won

Since it's gotten dark already, stay here for one night.

I want to have someone to talk with.

It smells good, smells really good.

It's the 15th day, so I prepared food for you since we knew you were coming,

but, I didn't expect a guest.

I'll take this to him.

I'm sorry to treat you like this.

We always begged for food, but

never had guests before.

-Please, help yourself. -Thank you.

It may not be tasteful, but

Please...

Hunger is the best sauce. You can take it!

There're no other delicacies. Don't you think?

Right, right.

Sure! You're so right.

Mixed soup is good for one's health.

What about her over there?

I heard there is a sick old woman there.

She must have no place to die.

Why did she come here?

Shit, we can't get enough food today either.

Why do we have to care about her?

Let's get rid of her.

How can you say such words, right beside a living person?

Here's food for here.

I'll not go out begging tomorrow morning.

What's up here?

Oh, isn't it porridge?

I heard that it is hard for a human being to die.

She has eaten nothing for two days and yet she's still alive.

Maybe she closed her mouth to die?

That's a good idea of hers. If she's innocent, she will go to paradise!

Right.

One should die quickly, once one has decided to die.

She can't live longer, after she has made up her mind.

It's too plaintive in this moonlight!

That sounds all right.

It makes me think of my home.

I'll go to my home on the first day of the month.

Liberation will give us a chance to make a living, don't you think?

Well, if you want to go, you could even go tomorrow.

Don't you show off in front of me, setting your schedule!

You don't have luggage and there is no need to earn traveling expenses!

You can just take your bowl and walk home.

I'll take off tomorrow then.

The kiln is like a mother's womb.

It's warm in winter and cool in summer.

-So you live... -No,

I come here every 15th day,

to talk with a dead friend at night.

What?

And I'm waiting for a man who has to come here.

Sir, all of us will leave tomorrow.

Leave?

Our country has been liberated and we must go home.

Sure, you must go.

By the way, who will maintain this kiln from tomorrow?

Well, he must come early before I die.

Then I'll die quietly.

Let's go, let's go.

Sir, who does this kiln belong to and what's your story?

It's just an old story of human beings.

It's getting late. You may sleep now.

I want to hear the story.

Will you listen to the tale of an old man who can't sleep?

Yes, please...

Old Song, the owner of this kiln and I were old friends.

I was only an odd-job man.

Whenever I was free, I came to this kiln to spend time with Old Song.

Old Song was the unparalleled craftsman of the era.

He was the master!

He was patient and devoted to making jars.

His pot was different from those made by just skillful hands

He prayed to the mountain god before making pots .

The pots baked in his kiln were divine,

and were literally holy crafts .

But if he wasn't absolutely satisfied he smashed all of them .

So he was always poor and lived alone even when he was over sixty .

People said he "married" the pots, but

in fact he was very choosy when it came to women .

Who wants to marry such an old bachelor?

Then one day in the winter some 20 years ago

We had a lot of snow that winter .

Oh damn!

Uh?

What? In the snow?

It's a frostbite, frostbite.

You rascal!

Are you up, pal?

The sun is...

Uh? Did he turn into a...

An angel?

Am I possessed by something?

Uh?

Oh, my!

Here comes trouble.

What shall I do? What shall I do with this...

That's right. Here...

Oh, it's so cold.

-What are you doing? -Washing my feet.

If you are washing your feet in cold winter,

it must be difficult to get a bride.

Get out of here!

-Damn you! -Give it to me.

Doing the laundry yourself because you're afraid of losing her?

What? Stop it! Can't you be more nice?

Yes. I am just a slash and burn farmer

And you? Are you so descent that you are getting married secretly

at the age of sixty without telling your friend?

I want to receive a deep bow from your bride.

Let go of me. Let go of me and talk.

Forget it. I already saw all of her.

Things I should have and things I shouldn't have.

What? You saw all of her?

Oh no. Well, well.

Did you see her face?

No matter how lovely she is doing the laundry yourself doesn't look good

Let's go to Cherry Tree House.

Gosh! I should have asked her to do it.

-What do you think of her? -She's much too good for you.

-What? -She's an angel, perfect angel.

But hearing your story

you two are meant for each other. A match made in Heaven.

That's... Should I then hold on to her?

You sly boy!

You soaked her clothes in water, because you don't want to lose her.

You can't fool me. Grab her and don't lose her.

Grab her tight or she is going to run away forever.

Hey, by the way,

when she recovers wouldn't she go back to where she came from?

Such a beauty must have a man.

-So grab her tight. -If she wants to leave I will let her go.

Well, you've finally awakened

Ease yourself now.

You fell in the snow, You had a close call.

Your clothes were all wet and I had to dry...

I had no choice. You suffered from frostbite.

Stay put as you are, um, um...

Don't feel bad. I couldn't help it.

Here, drink this ...

So, where were you going?

Where are your parents?

Was there a particular reason for you to have walked alone in the night?

I asked something useless.

If you want, you could stay as long as you want.

No, forever and ever.

What a pretty girl she is. She shines like the moon.

Gosh, she bows like a butterfly. What a beauty!

Indeed.

They are meant for each other.

-Bride and bridegroom. -Bow down. Bow down.

Bow down.

Hey, stand up like a man.

Look at that old man What a lucky man!.

You are wrong The bride is the lucky one.

Where could she find such a virgin?

-Daddy! -Yes?

-Why are you turning it again and again? -That is how the form of a pot is made.

Uh? From where?

Uh hum! From right here!

-This finger? -Of course. Now, wait and see.

-You can make one with your fingers too. -When?

My son, you're now seven years old.

I turned the spinning wheel since I was nine. You must begin this year.

-Want to give it a try? -Yes.

All right. Let's see.