The score is minimal, relying on the discordant pluck of a single geomungo (Korean zither) and the sound of Ji-su’s failing piano exercises. There is no heroic swelling music. When Hyeon-woo lights the firebird, the only sound is the crackle of flames and the gasp of the audience.
Construction began beneath the same moon that had watched Jin-woo and the firebird. The bird watched too. It watched the arrival of trucks and the spilling of crushed stone and the way men in uniforms joked about progress. The bird’s glow dimmed each day as the temple took shape; where once it had been a flash of gold, it was now a coiling ember.
The score is minimal, relying on the discordant pluck of a single geomungo (Korean zither) and the sound of Ji-su’s failing piano exercises. There is no heroic swelling music. When Hyeon-woo lights the firebird, the only sound is the crackle of flames and the gasp of the audience.
Construction began beneath the same moon that had watched Jin-woo and the firebird. The bird watched too. It watched the arrival of trucks and the spilling of crushed stone and the way men in uniforms joked about progress. The bird’s glow dimmed each day as the temple took shape; where once it had been a flash of gold, it was now a coiling ember. firebird 1997 korean movie work