I keep promising myself I won't watch any more Holocaust films (unless another Pawnbroker comes out), but end up succumbing. The last one I watched was Fateless, a Hungarian story of a Jewish boy who had no real feelings of Jewish identity but was sent to a camp anyway -- a good movie.

The other day, I watched The Boy in Striped Pajamas which was very well reviewed. My problem with it is that I couldn't suspend my disbelief that an 8 year old with a father who ran a death camp would want to be a friend of a Jewish boy in that camp. An 8 year old certainly shares prejudices with his or her parents. In my neighborhood growing up, kids in the first grade at Holy Name School were already calling me a dirty Jew and a Christkiller. The son of a Nazi is more tolerant than that? Other than that, it's a good enough flick.