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Swimming on the Highway

TAIWAN / 1998 / Chinese / Color / Video / 49 min

Director: Wu Yao-tung
Producer, Source: Wu Yao-tung
2F, No. 14, Lane 80, ShingAn Street, Taipei 104 Taiwan
Phone: 886-2-2502-2584
Fax: 886-2-2503-4704
E-mail: bm7071@ms5.hinet.net

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Wu Yao-tung

Born in Taipei in 1972.
Now a student at the Graduate Institute of Sound and Image Studies, Tainan National College of Arts, majoring in documentary. Started making documentaries in 1996. Has directed wŽl๊y—๋˜Zx(1996), w–พŠy‘เx(1997) which won the Taipei Special Prize at Taipei Film Awards, and w’nŠEŠŠใฤˆ๊—ซะเข—^Œ๕Šย•‘Wx(1998). Swimming on the Highway (1998) won the Grand Prix in the Documentary Section of Golden Grain Awards, and was screened at Hong Kong International Film Festival 1999.

A 30-year-old man, self-destructive and anxious. A 26-year-old friend with a video camera. This is a very personal film about their relationship in the last years of a life - battling the HIV virus. The flamboyant man flirts with the camera, playing with being the subject and object of a film. The filmmaker is tormented, forcing himself to go on with the filming. The sincerity of both in the face of undefeatable facts is moving.

Director's Statement

On Taiwan's National Anniversary Day in 1997, under the fireworks in Shi Men Ting, I started filming this documentary about the "love and hatred" between Kuo-tang and me. On that day, I saw his lonely silhouette walking in the crowd, sitting emotionlessly on the sidewalk smoking cigarettes and drinking Taiwanese beer, throwing up in the dark streets. Holding a camera, I thought to myself, "This is dramatic enough. It would be fantastic as a film!" The bus was speeding down the highway, day was about to break. In the bizarre blue light of the dawn, his face, weary of the party the night before, reflected clearly in the windowpane. His face was lean because of the illness, but his eyes were still lively. "It's as if I spent all my life on the road," he said, as if proudly announcing his wandering life to me.
In June of 1998, in the No. 14 Park next to Regent Hotel, I was keen to end the filming. He sat in front of the camera, relaxed and calm. I shouted at him, "Why are you like this? Aren't you afraid?" He said, "I'm acting! I'm playing the person I used to be." I said depressed to myself, "Finish as soon as possible!"
The filming lasted a whole year. What existed all the time between us was the fight. The fight between the one who filmed and the one who was filmed, the fight to control the camera, the fight of honesty and trust between friends. But inside of him, it was probably the fight of life and death. Of course I don't understand, how life can be so bitter, desperate, anxious and indifferent. It is not a matter of the essence of documentary or of interference. Nor is it a matter of academic theories or practice. It is just me and him, the questions between us, that's all.
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