Early Life
Apichatpong Weerasethakul was born in Bangkok, Thailand. His parents were both physicians, and worked in a hospital in Khon Kaen, Thailand. He attended Khon Kaen University and received a bachelor's degree in architecture in 1994. He made his first short film, Bullet, in 1993. He attended the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and received a master's degree in fine arts in filmmaking in 1997. He is of Chinese ethnic roots.
His feature-length debut, Dokfa nai meuman (Mysterious Object at Noon) blends documentary footage and improvised narrative, and was conceptually based upon the exquisite corpse game invented by surrealists.
He formed his own production company, Kick the Machine, in 1999, through which he produces and promotes his own works, and provides support to other independent filmmakers and experimental film works.
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