The Last Train home provided a handful of guests with a heart-rending glimpse into the life of a modern Chinese family. And you think you have it tough? Maybe it’s because of my age (it certainly can’t be because of an inordinate amount of suffering… I haven’t really suffered much in my life, I must confess) but seeing this film made me just a tiny bit more resentful of those over-privileged teens one sees on the subway, visiting New York from [Elsewhere, USA]. They think that, for instance, since the escalator is moving, they needn’t bother using the thing as a stairway. Just stand there and let the machine do the work. Hello!? This country is at war and, for the war effort (personally, I don’t agree with either war, but still…) you could at least keep moving on an escalator. I know that this is perhaps not a succinct articulation of my frustration with the mostly lazy, often thoughtless, and goddammit-I-blame-the-parents, self-centered kids of today, but I hope you get what I’m eluding to.

On the flip side… every once in a while some kid surprises me with their smartness and shared appreciations. I guess it was always thus. Shit.

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