Golden Horse Film Festival And Awards
The Taipei Golden Horse Film Festival and Awards (Chinese: 台北金馬影展; pinyin: Táiběi Jīnmǎ Yǐngzhǎn) is a film festival and awards ceremony held annually in Taiwan. It was founded in 1962, by Government Information Office, Republic of China (Taiwan). The awards ceremony is usually held in November or December in Taipei, though the venue has been shifted around the island in recent times.
The festival and awards are organised by Taipei Golden Horse Film Festival Executive Committee and is Taiwan's equivalent to the Academy Awards. The awards are contested by Chinese-language submissions from Taiwan, Hong Kong, People's Republic of China (PRC) and elsewhere. It is one of the four major Chinese-language film awards, along with Hong Kong Film Award, Golden Rooster Awards and Hundred Flowers Awards. It is also one of major annual awards presented in Taiwan along with Golden Bell Awards for television production and Golden Melody Awards for music.
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