Spring 1941

Breezeydoesit nailed it. As a father and grandfather of girls, the pain of the parents would have been indescribable. I find it impossible in movies of this nature to go beyond the story. Picky critiques do not cut it. Anyone who does this has never had children. The relentless evil of the Nazi regime is palpable.

This is one of the best holocaust dramas I've ever seen, maybe the best. Superbly acted, plotted, directed, photographed. Engrossing, emotional. I loved the flashbacks and "flash forwards", if that's the word. Every character is believable, and you feel for every one. The last five minutes are truly excellent.

I cannot understand how the average score of this movie is so low if most of the reviews are excellent. This is an intimate, subdued approach to the horrors of antisemitism, which for me has caused as strong an impression as super productions like Schindler's List. I will now do a bit of research on the character if Ida Fink and jew persecution in Poland. It's also a heartbreaking love story. Totally worth watching although a couple of scenes are really painful to witness.

The filmmakers went to the trouble of shooting much of this movie in Poland, and maybe they benefited from something invisible in the atmosphere but there is rather little happening outdoors in the movie and I couldn't have told whether it was shot in Poland or in Poughkeepsie. Because so much of the film occurs in the small space of a peasant's hut, you could mistake it for a stage play with a few cinematic scenes tacked on. And the screenwriter, Motti Lerner, does in fact write mostly for the stage. It could be that audiences were surprised by the relative weight of the indoor part of the story, where everything depends on the interaction of the actors and their movement in a space no bigger than a stage; and by the relative weight of the interplay between the characters living in fear of the Nazis, as opposed to actual encounters with the Nazis themselves. But if you accept that the emphasis lies where it does, then you'll certainly be glad that for once Uri Barbash directed a script by an independently successful playwright rather than by his brother Benny (no offense intended). The actors do a great job of selling the story, and the script does a great job of showing a human dilemma of conflicting priorities with life and death at stake.

More than a bit disappointed this wasn't a very realistic war drama actors hammering out lines in English with odd stilted vaguely Slavonic accents thrown in. Then the laborious romance matters then seemed to draw a veil over what was left of the realism in the movie and I'm sorry but with the milk maid plunging visuals I didn't need a 'We are Slavic' soundtrack to imagine that fantastic erotically charged Polish trash-pop entry in Eurovision 2014. It nearly won. Anyway. Then the flash forwards elements make use of over simplistic visual references - yes, it's the same place, again... And is there enough prosthetics? A shortage?