This follows the obsessive search of a middle-aged man, half Jewish, who is trying to trace the details of the fate of his family during the occupation in the 40's, a fate which has been hidden from him by his mother.
I found it very difficult to sympathize with this character. I could (sort of) understand his quest but all this happened 60 years ago and I've become tired of this theme. It's been used in dozens of films at this point. Cruelty and unfairness exist, indeed abound...it's part of the human mix.
I'm sick of the fixation on jack-booted Nazis as the embodiment of evil. Genocide has become an endemic part of our reality. It always has been. Why so many films about Nazis and so few about the atrocities in Cambodia, Rwanda, Indonesia, Vietnam or all the other cases where good people have been made to suffer because of someone else's sense of reality?
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