The other day my husband told me where I could find him – at one of our favorite DVD stores, in our old neighborhood, where we get our fix of movies and American TV shows for 7-10 RMB per disc. 
Even if you don’t find a film you want to watch, it’s fun to read the plot summaries on the packaging. For example, on the back of It’s Complicated, I read:
“Love is a very complex about love, divorce, as well as all the films and their related. The story revolves around three children, runs a bakery Barbara Christmas, life is very wishful Jane car eer start. Although she had been divorced ten years, it has been well maintained and ex-Jack relationship. However, they left town to attend his son’s graduation ceremony, everything became complicated, they are quietly sprouting their new love of…. Jack and a young beauty remarriage, while Jane was in love with his kitchen renovations architect Adam.”
But I’m digressing again. On this day, when I walked into Big Movie, no husband. I began to get irritated. And then I slowed down and looked around. All the movies on the shelves were Asian. And the place seemed to have shrunk. Sadly, Big Movie had become Small Movie.
“Where are all the western DVDs?” I asked a young lady. Without a word, she took two steps to the other end of the foreshortened aisle and pulled on a cabinet, which swung out to reveal a door.
And behind it, down the rest of the aisle, was my husband, perusing boxed sets of 24, The Wire, Weeds, and (I’m sorry to say) Sex in the City. I thought maybe I had wandered back in time onto the set of The Sting or something.
Apparently the word has gone out: No fake goods for the next six months. Shanghai is going to be soooo squeaky clean for Expo. At least in the front part of the stores.