Yi Yi, or Y2K | Little White Lies

In Praise Of

Yi Yi, or Y2K

17 Feb 2025

Words by Mick Gaw

Collage of 3 images: A young boy stands in front of a red curtain surrounded by pink balloons and decorations; a Taiwanese family sit together dressed in formal attire, and a black and white image of a father and son at a McDonalds.
Collage of 3 images: A young boy stands in front of a red curtain surrounded by pink balloons and decorations; a Taiwanese family sit together dressed in formal attire, and a black and white image of a father and son at a McDonalds.
Edward Yang’s 2000 mas­ter­piece about a mid­dle-class fam­i­ly in Taipei might be the defin­ing film of the millennium.

In an ear­ly scene of Edward Yang’s final film Yi Yi, Wu Nien-jen’s jad­ed busi­ness­man NJ and Issey Ogata’s enig­mat­ic game design­er Ota sit across from one anoth­er in an opu­lent Chi­nese restau­rant. The pro­gram­mer, after tak­ing a shot of huangjiu, puts down his chop­sticks and pen­sive­ly asks NJ, Strange, why are we afraid of the first time?” Though this com­ment seems to be aimed at the risk-averse nature of a stag­nant video games indus­try, it is also the cen­tral ques­tion that lies at the core of Yang’s near­ly three-hour urban tale. A city sym­pho­ny and fam­i­ly melo­dra­ma of decep­tive­ly epic pro­por­tions, Yi Yi is not only the cul­mi­na­tion of Yang’s Taipei-cen­tric fil­mog­ra­phy, it also stands as a defin­ing entry into turn of the cen­tu­ry world cin­e­ma. Per­haps eclipsed by the lega­cies of two oth­er Chi­nese-lan­guage suc­cess­es of 2000 – Ang Lee’s Crouch­ing Tiger, Hid­den Drag­on and Wong Kar Wai’s In The Mood for Love – Yang’s final work is nonethe­less unpar­al­leled in its sprawl­ing, yet tight­ly woven, tale of old worlds falling apart and new real­i­ties emerging.

Set in late 1990s Taipei, Yi Yi main­ly observes the mid­dle class Jians, who at first appear to be a typ­i­cal mod­ern Tai­wanese fam­i­ly. Both NJ and his wife Min-Min are work­ing pro­fes­sion­als; their eldest Ting-Ting attends a first-rate girls’ high school, and their youngest Yang-Yang is a reserved, but end­less­ly curi­ous, shut­ter­bug. It is on the eve of Min-Min’s broth­er A‑Di’s chaot­ic wed­ding that this frag­ile veneer of a hap­py fam­i­ly begins to crack. Min-Min’s moth­er falls into a coma, NJ’s child­hood lover Sher­ry re-enters his life, and Ting-Ting will soon find her­self entan­gled in a love tri­an­gle with her neigh­bor Lili and her boyfriend Fat­ty. All of these par­al­lel sto­ry­lines play out­side by side, seam­less­ly ebbing and flow­ing into one anoth­er, tied togeth­er by the film’s poet­ic edit­ing style and its sooth­ing orches­tral score – com­posed by the late filmmaker’s wife Kai Li-peng.

Often the best fam­i­ly dra­mas are more than just inti­mate por­traits of par­ents and chil­dren. Films like Luchi­no Visconti’s The Leop­ard and Ozū Yasujiro’s Tokyo Sto­ry are as much about epochal cur­rents of his­to­ry as they are com­plex domes­tic pol­i­tics. In both cas­es, rel­a­tive­ly banal famil­ial crises are placed at the cen­ter of rev­o­lu­tion­ary moments, the for­mer in the throes of Ital­ian uni­fi­ca­tion and the lat­ter in post­war Tokyo.

On the sur­face, these films seem to main­ly address stan­dard themes usu­al­ly found in the genre: ado­les­cent desire, fil­ial respon­si­bil­i­ty and con­tentious mar­riages. Yet, these sto­ries also high­light the lyri­cal poet­ry of dis­rup­tive shifts; that even the fates of dif­fer­ent gen­er­a­tions – dia­met­ri­cal­ly opposed in val­ues and out­look – trag­i­cal­ly rhyme. A new age has arrived but the same lessons must be repeat­ed. As Alain Delon’s Prince Tan­cre­di famous­ly put it, for things to remain the same, every­thing must change.”

A young Taiwanese boy in a yellow shirt holding a camera in a room with framed pictures on the walls.

While Yang’s peri­od dra­ma A Brighter Sum­mer Day cap­tures a lost episode of mid-cen­tu­ry Tai­wanese his­to­ry, Yang’s con­tem­po­rary set works like Yi Yi crys­tal­lized an uncer­tain present. In an intro­duc­tion Kai gave to the film in New York’s Lin­coln Cen­ter last year, she revealed that the orig­i­nal work­ing title of the film was Y2K Project” – named after the infa­mous com­put­er bug that threat­ened to upend the dig­i­tal world in the new mil­len­ni­um. Yang, a for­mer com­put­er engi­neer him­self, draws on this apoc­a­lyp­tic tech­no­log­i­cal anx­i­ety and imbues it into the mun­dane fab­ric of life.

In the after­math of the Asian Finan­cial Crash, on the verge of the dot com bub­ble pop­ping, Yang’s Taipei denizens find them­selves free-falling into the void of glob­al cap­i­tal­ism. Espe­cial­ly in NJ’s soft­ware devel­op­ment com­pa­ny, a cyn­i­cal atti­tude of cost-cut­ting effi­cien­cy and copy­cat cap­i­tal­ism pre­vails among his busi­ness part­ners, mak­ing him won­der: Is any­thing real left?” The adults in Yi Yi are total­ly shat­tered by the cas­cad­ing onslaught of sub­tle cru­el­ties in their lives. This is espe­cial­ly true for Min-Min, who suf­fers an emo­tion­al break­down from her mother’s ill­ness and the mount­ing pres­sures of her own posi­tion as the fam­i­lies’ incum­bent matriarch.

Unlike Yang-Yang – still filled with youth­ful zeal – the adults, and even Ting-Ting, are con­stant­ly con­front­ed with dis­ap­point­ment. There seems to be no short­age of regret and fail­ure. NJ embod­ies an arche­typ­i­cal mod­ern Chi­nese father fig­ure, a qui­et, dis­af­fect­ed man con­stant­ly rec­on­cil­ing fore­gone desires and his dis­sat­is­fac­tion with the present. View­ers might rec­og­nize this type from Yang’s oth­er films – Ah Lung in Taipei Sto­ry or Win­ston Chen in Mahjong – or per­haps as char­ac­ters in their own lives.

Though not Tai­wanese myself, hav­ing grown up in Manila’s Chi­nese com­mu­ni­ty, Yang’s char­ac­ters feel inti­mate­ly famil­iar to me. In the afore­men­tioned intro­duc­tion Kai gave for the film recent­ly, she describes the expe­ri­ence of rewatch­ing Yi Yi as sim­i­lar to hav­ing a friend you can always vis­it and have a very inti­mate talk with.” Over the years, I real­ized the film’s endur­ing poten­cy might have less to do with an intrin­sic Chi­nese-ness,” but rather its depic­tion of an intense­ly glob­al­ized cos­mopoli­tan expe­ri­ence. Yang under­stood that in the new cen­tu­ry a sense of dis­place­ment was not lim­it­ed to the Tai­wanese, or oth­er eth­nic dias­po­ras, but rather an increas­ing­ly uni­ver­sal expe­ri­ence shared by city dwellers worldwide.

Some of Yang’s most impact­ful imagery in the film can be found in moments of silent reflec­tion. Through­out Yi Yi, there are extend­ed shots of high-rise win­dows that linger in the mind long after they have elapsed. His char­ac­ters’ faces are faint­ly reflect­ed on the panes as columns of auto­mo­biles zip past Taipei’s vast net­works of roads and fly­overs. Yang’s work nav­i­gates an endem­ic urban alien­ation, one engen­dered by a non­stop world of growth charts and com­put­er algo­rithms. Here­in lies the film’s great­est achieve­ment – its sin­cere doc­u­men­ta­tion of every­day life in this very moment of time.

Yi Yi doesn’t cap­ture the blaz­ing fire­work dis­plays of the glob­al mil­len­ni­um cel­e­bra­tions, the emer­gence of new polit­i­cal lead­ers or sen­sa­tion­al­ized cov­er­age of blood­shed. Instead, much like Yang-Yang, the Taipei film­mak­er atten­tive­ly observes with his cam­era in hand, always in pur­suit of the unseen and over­looked half-truths.” For him, the rich­est sto­ries are not those found in blown up head­lines and the 247 broad­casts, but rather in the mun­dane. In reg­u­lar moments of ecsta­sy, reg­u­lar moments of dis­ap­point­ment and the all too reg­u­lar instances of heart­break. Yi Yi strays away from images of the 2000s’ crash­ing epochal tides, instead choos­ing to reside in the gen­tle under­cur­rents of change.

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