Tsai does not moralize about pornography. Instead, he depicts it as the ultimate expression of modern loneliness: bodies touching without feeling, moans without pleasure, fluids without intimacy. Hsiao-kang’s shoots are clinical, sterile, and often comically absurd (one scene involves a sexual act with a watermelon, another a row of dancers in gas masks). The porn sets are lit like morgues. By contrast, the few moments of real tenderness—Hsiao-kang helping Shiang-chyi carry water jugs, or them silently eating watermelon—are fragile and nearly silent. Tsai suggests that when genuine intimacy becomes impossible, we manufacture its hollow simulation.
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: After a chance meeting in a park, the two begin a tentative, nearly silent relationship. Hsiao-Kang hides his profession from her, and their "dates" often involve quiet moments like sharing watermelon or napping near each other. Surreal Musical Numbers Tsai does not moralize about pornography
Shiang-chyi unknowingly rents an apartment in the same building where Hsiao-kang lives. They strike up a tentative, almost wordless friendship, but she remains unaware of his day job. The film intercuts their quiet domestic moments (sharing watermelon, watching TV) with Hsiao-kang’s increasingly bizarre and dehumanizing pornographic performances. The climax—a seven-minute, unflinching scene involving a watermelon—is one of the most infamous and debated sequences in art-house cinema. The porn sets are lit like morgues
The film is famous for its lack of dialogue and long, stationary shots that emphasize the characters' isolation. 🎭 Key Themes & Style
Taiwan’s real-life water shortages become Tsai’s master metaphor. The characters are literally parched, but the deeper thirst is for genuine human connection. Shiang-chyi collects bottled water; Hsiao-kang drinks only to perform. Their inability to speak directly to each other (their conversations are stilted, indirect) mirrors the city’s cracked reservoir beds. The absence of water becomes the absence of tears, sweat, and emotional release—all replaced by a dry, mechanical sexuality.