I started watching this thing, and and half-hour in all I could think was, "THIS is the youth of today that will lead the America of next week? Really? HOW?!"So I hid, shaking, under a thick comforter for a half-hour, clutching my boxed set of "Band of Brothers" to try and remind myself that at least there WERE once people who passed muster.I found Jonita Davis's review published in The Black C. A. P. E., titled "'August at Twenty-Two' Makes Me Happy to Be 43." Joining her sentiment, I will title mine "'August at Twenty-Two' Makes Me Happy to Be 62 and near death."A great film makes one care deeply about the characters, and such films can be found in unexpected places.When my young son, now 40, told me that the film "X-Men" was great and that I should watch it, I told him that wasn't my thing, all special effects substituting for a compelling story.He finally convinced me. What I saw was, for the first time in my life, a film so creatively written that I found myself caring just as much about the Protagonist as I did about the Antagonist, and deeply so on both counts."August at Twenty-Two" is not that movie. Instead of caring about the characters, I wanted a stray meteor to take out the lot of them all at once -- perhaps followed by a rousing rendition of "Hooray For Hollywood" played on the kazoo.Yet, I suffered through so that I could tell you to **SEE THIS MOVIE!!!**Whatever it lacks on any measure it more than makes up as a bone-chilling warning of the main reason why America is sitting in its handbasket, pointing it straight at Hell, and about to give itself a strong push.