Lingering mist, clinging on mountain peaks, mingles with the rising smog to haze the lazy autumn sun. Chinese karaoke music from the 50s and 60s ricochets forlornly up the valley piercing hearts and ears. It’s being blasted from a number of dilapidated buildings that scar the landscape of the valley below like coal on a miner’s lungs. Laundry flutters from every opening of every building; and faded blue and green metal, rusted and tangled like rattan, hangs pointlessly from concrete monstrosities of unknown vintage designed by builders not architects on the just don’t fall down too quickly principle.
Everything is in decay bar the jungle. It waits but it need not be patient. It creeps up walls, sends roots through concrete floors, plants dust that grows to dirt where grass takes hold, even on roof tops. Down the valley through the haze lies a shipping harbor. Its beauty, a shimmering jewel, where monolithic rocks rise out of the limpid azure sea pushed up through the earth’s crust from the subduction of the Philippine Sea plate beneath the Eurasian Continent – mulata’s beauty sullied by the kiss of heroin. Jiufen.
Newly digitized, Hou Hsiao-hsien’s classic film has brought a familiar face back to Taiwan:
If forumosans are unfamiliar with this film (and even if they are!), I’d encourage them to take an afternoon or evening to see it, as it’s scheduled to be released in this new digital form in theatres across Taiwan starting on February 24, coinciding with anniversary of the February 28 Incident at the chilling core of its storyline.
Belatedly, here is a brilliant reflective review on the restored version of A City of Sadness released earlier in 2023. It’s written by Michelle Kuo, who is emerging as one of the best among us in commenting on developments in Taiwan. If you only read one thing today, make it this!