This year I turned 23. This film began with my own search, then delving into my mother and her mother, where blood has flowed through three generations. As a victim of an oppressive marriage, my grandmother held hopes for my mother to enter a perfect marriage. When my mother became a victim herself, she turned those hopes to me. Marriage may be every girl’s dream, but it is also the murderer of those dreams.
This is my second documentary film, and it is fully composed of old people. One woman, nearing 80, is living out the last two years of her life. From when she is still using a cane to walk, to when she becomes paralyzed. This is my grandmother. We also see other elderly people from the village, their daily activities, the tales of their starvation from 50 years ago.
This film looks at my relationship with the village filmmakers— or I might say, how we met and got entangled. The film’s material comes from video recordings of the Villager Documentary Project from 2005-2009. It is about how these complete strangers and I became tied, bound, and rolled up together. And it’s about the phrase I keep wanting to shout to them,“Stand your ground! None of you run from this!”
Before, I was a simple instrument for planting crops and caring for children, but now I’ve taken steps forward by learning to film,using a DV camera, edit footage on a computer. I realize this is a giant leap in my life. Since then, I’ve become fascinated with documentary. I film my village and the people around me, film my fellow villagers’ basic everyday activities.
The river that runs through our village was being heavily polluted. I started to film the situation as a way of appealing to the higher authorities for a resolution. After I started filming, the Village Secretary advised me not to “air our dirty laundry” I’m just a 60-year-old man, if I can help the villagers to speak out that would give expression to the value of my life.