I just want to toss up a warning about the Chinese movie August Never Ends, which is well-acted but so depressing I had to stop watching it about halfway through, as I saw where it was heading. I admit, I fast-forwarded to the end to find out how it all turned out, and that was worse than what I was able to watch. This film may appeal to viewers who hate romance, the relationships between mothers and daughters as well as best friends, and most of all fidelity. It left me terribly upset. Anyway, you have been warned.
This is a story that starts out very sadly, so if you're depressed by the holidays you might want to skip the first part. As far back as I can remember I've dreaded the holidays. Being poor, having constant family troubles and belonging to a strict religion made that time of year always pretty unhappy. I just hunkered down and hoped to get through without being yelled at or punished because I didn't do something I was expected to do, like sit in church for hours without moving or making a sound while a priest spoke mass in Latin. Gifts were uniformly disappointing, too. My mother usually gave me dolls or socks or underwear for Christmas. I understand now as an adult that she was doing the best she could, and trying to save money at the same time, but as a kid I'd been told good children got what they wanted for Christmas. I was a pretty good kid, but while my friends received new bikes and cool toys and lots of treats from Santa, I didn't. I thought San
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