I watched McDull, Prince de la Bun 麥兜菠蘿油王子 today. Many complain it's too difficult to read, but it only takes some familiarity with the writer's (謝立文) style for one to catch the underlying themes. It was such a beautifully sad yet optimistic story that I couldn't help but sob uncontrollably pass the end of the credits. I don't know how to describe the experience yet as I am still overwhelmed by the amount of details and evocations.