If you’ve never witnessed a live birth, you’ll get to see three different types in My Happy Birth Day (祝我好好孕) — head first, butt first and a water birth.
Unlike what’s shown in the movies, childbirth isn’t pretty. But there’s a reason people still go through it, although at a decreasing rate. Directors Mimi Chen (陳育青) and Angel Su (蘇鈺婷) made the right decision to show the entire process as is, to open up discussion in a society where people are still squeamish about the not-so-glamorous aspects of human sexuality and the female body.
It’s telling that My Happy Birth Day was initially rated as PG-12, the official reason being “scenes of childbirth … may have adverse effects on the behavior and mental health of children.”
Photo Courtesy of atmovies.com
The directors objected and managed to have the rating lowered to Protected. Despite the uncensored nudity and full frontal shot of the baby coming out, there’s nothing explicit or sexual about the scenes; if a child can watch a giraffe giving birth on Animal Planet, there’s no reason they can’t watch this movie. In fact, one of the mothers’ two young daughters were present throughout the entire experience, and there shouldn’t be anything taboo about that.
But the documentary is more than just a professionally-produced home video. It is an ambitious project to combine the raw, emotional moments surrounding childbirth (and child loss) with a critical look at Taiwan’s often overly-intrusive medical system, promoting the idea that women have the right to choose how they want to have their baby.
Both subjects insist on having a natural birth, preferring to avoid C-sections and other procedures that hospitals often “strongly recommend” patients to undergo. It also provides an seldom-seen look at the work of midwives and doulas, or non-medical birth companions.
The work is the full-length follow up to Happy Birthday (祝我好孕), a 2016 short by first-time directors that shot up from honorable mention at the New Taipei City International Documentary Festival to snagging a silver at the Women Make Waves Film Festival and finally claiming gold for the short film category at Hong Kong’s Chinese Documentary Festival.
While this reviewer did not watch the short, it seems to have more of an unusual and concentrated narrative, depicting two sisters who both work as midwives and end up delivering each other’s babies. The directors drew from five years of shooting pregnant women to come up with a completely new story for the full-length installation, but the final product carries somewhat of a split personality.
The ingredients are plentiful within the two distinct storylines: Daisy’s (詩薇) is the more emotional one as she goes through two home births, much focus is on the heartwarming and heartbreaking interaction between her family, especially with a loving husband and two daughters who accompany her through the process and a tragedy that ensues. Anais (琬婷) is the critical activist who insists on a completely natural home birth but has to make compromises due to the baby being in the wrong position.
But it doesn’t fit perfectly, perhaps because there’s too much to take in at once, including scenes of a “birthing autonomy theater group” organized by the feminist group Awakening Foundation (婦女新知) that seems like it could be a story on its own. The two storylines, while touching on the common subject of women deciding their own terms of giving birth, are essentially dealing with different conflicts and carry very different emotional undertones.
The film gets the message across in general, with things somewhat tying up toward the end, but it just feels like it could lean more toward the critical side to paint a better picture of what women have to go through that drives them to demand birthing autonomy. So much is focused on the emotional and poignant elements that sometimes the audience forgets that this is partially a social critique.
Still, My Happy Birth Day is a valiant effort that dares to break the mold and challenge stereotypes, which is desperately needed in a largely unimaginative and formulaic film scene. And unlike the often unusual topics favored by documentary filmmakers, everyone knows someone who’s given birth, making it an even trickier subject to tackle.
Documentaries don’t draw large crowds, especially with this kind of non-mainstream subject matter, but the directors are raising funds to show it in as many venues as possible, with last month’s premieres featuring seminars on body autonomy as well as men and other childrens’ role in childbirth.
My Happy Birth Day probably isn’t going to boost Taiwan’s birth rate, but it will make for more discussion that’s beneficial to those who plan to have children.
Last week, Viola Zhou published a marvelous deep dive into the culture clash between Taiwanese boss mentality and American labor practices at the Taiwan Semiconductor (TSMC) plant in Arizona in Rest of World. “The American engineers complained of rigid, counterproductive hierarchies at the company,” while the Taiwanese said American workers aren’t dedicated. The article is a delight, but what it is depicting is the clash between a work culture that offers employee autonomy and at least nods at work-life balance, and one that runs on hierarchical discipline enforced by chickenshit. And it runs on chickenshit because chickenshit is a cultural
By far the most jarring of the new appointments for the incoming administration is that of Tseng Wen-tsan (鄭文燦) to head the Straits Exchange Foundation (SEF). That is a huge demotion for one of the most powerful figures in the Democratic Progressive Party (DPP). Tseng has one of the most impressive resumes in the party. He was very active during the Wild Lily Movement and his generation is now the one taking power. He has served in many of the requisite government, party and elected positions to build out a solid political profile. Elected as mayor of Taoyuan as part of the
April 29 to May 5 One month before the Taipei-Keelung New Road (北基新路) was set to open, the news that US general Douglas MacArthur had died, reached Taiwan. The military leader saw Taiwan as an “unsinkable aircraft carrier” that was of huge strategic value to the US. He’d been a proponent of keeping it out of Chinese Communist Party (CCP) hands. Coupled with the fact that the US had funded more than 50 percent of the road’s construction costs, the authorities at the last minute renamed it the MacArthur Thruway (麥帥公路) for his “great contributions to the free world and deep
When picturing Tainan, what typically comes to mind is charming alleyways, Japanese architecture and world-class cuisine. But look beyond the fray, through stained glass windows and sliding bookcases, and there exists a thriving speakeasy subculture, where innovative mixologists ply their trade, serving exquisite concoctions and unique flavor profiles to rival any city in Taiwan. Speakeasies hail from the prohibition era of 1920s America. When alcohol was outlawed, people took their business to hidden establishments; requiring patrons to use hushed tones — speak easy — to conceal their illegal activities. Nowadays legal, speakeasy bars are simply hidden bars, often found behind bookcases