Nowadays, cinema has closed one after another. “Premiere Cinema” in Meinong, which opened in 1969 and closed in 1991, had built collective memories for people in town. These faded traces once nourished someone’s dreams where fairies still dance, where laughter and tear reechoes.
This film develops in remains of cinema, where past usher walks to and fro holding a flashlight in darkness and ticket agent counted tickets day after day; the past scenes has its romance, fright, pain, lust and bitterness. The cinema is a miniature of the universe, those who were lived for it and fascinated with it are still lingering in this space, in this dream and doesn’t wake up.
The last part of film is story of Chung Hao-tong, the story is a wound that people refused to speak of for a long while, and not many remembered now. It was a taboo for cinema once, and now I perform it through this work in remembrance of his spirit.