There are a few actors I really like in this movie, and to hear them speaking Polish and beautifully accented English was pretty hot.
Otherwise, I have no use for this or any other movie that features a great deal of war and violence.
Weapons are the tools of violence;
all decent men detest them.
Weapons are the tools of fear;
a decent man will avoid them
except in the direst necessity
and, if compelled, will use them
only with the utmost restraint.
Peace is his highest value.
If the peace has been shattered,
how can he be content?
His enemies are not demons,
but human beings like himself.
He doesn't wish them personal harm.
Nor does he rejoice in victory.
How could he rejoice in victory
and delight in the slaughter of men?
He enters a battle gravely,
with sorrow and with great compassion,
as if he were attending a funeral.
Every once in a while a book or movie about the Holocaust reminds me of the true and utter horror of being a Jew. Until I get caught back up in my own blessed, easy life, I am filled with terror in the face of what I am and will always be in this world. A Jew.