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Hong Kong Trilogy: Preschooled Preoccupied Preposterous (2017)
A story of Hong Kong told by three generations of real people: 'preschooled' children, 'preoccupied' young people, and 'preposterous' senior citizens.
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A story of Hong Kong told by three generations of real people: 'preschooled' children, 'preoccupied' young people, and 'preposterous' senior citizens.
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Genre:Drama, Documentary
Written By:Christopher Doyle
In Theaters:9/22/2017
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Runtime:90 minutes
Studio:Pica Pica Media Limited
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