The worst Holocaust movie ever.
| Original Score: 1/5
These two are so pretty and vacant they seem better suited to modeling for a perfume ad than taking on the Third Reich.
The whole thing is coarse and vulgar, as it hides its low fascinations behind a scrim of Holocaust piety until it becomes pure kitsch.
The most mawkish and shallow take on the holocaust committed to screen in many a long year.
Daly ladles on the overwrought music and the moist close-ups, throwing in everything but Climb Every Mountain in a bid for our emotions.
| Original Score: 2/4
A minor example of a major genre: the feel-good Holocaust movie.
| Original Score: 2/5
A hokey soap opera set against the backdrop of the Holocaust.
| Original Score: 1/4
A handsome Holocaust melodrama hobbled by a transparent and cartoonish script.
| Original Score: 2/4
Pic's dubious brand of heroism, half-baked historical sense, simplistic dialogue, flat staging and barely formed characters make for sluggish sledding.
A case study in why Holocaust movies are so difficult to get right.
Mainly notable for its inappropriate, blithe sentimentality. In another film this would be the usual Hollywood hokum. In a film about the most serious subject imaginable, it amounts to moral idiocy.
| Original Score: 1.5/4
Its intentions are doubtless good, but it ends up exploiting the Holocaust for cheap suspense.
Insultingly seeks to soothe and comfort against the reality of atrocity.
A few genuinely tense scenes are not enough to overcome a thin script, weak direction and an unceasingly high-strung score.
A dull and lumbering thriller.
Directed with the flat artlessness of a lower-rung Masterpiece Theater entry, pulling heartstrings with Igor Khoroshev's lugubrious score and scripted with banal bromides insulting to its subject matter.
It turns real genocide into another kind of B-movie moustache-twirling.
Potentially powerful subject matter is given an unconvincingly melodramatic treatment.
Pure sentimental melodrama, with not a moment's reflection on any issue larger than the fate of our heroes.
Put-upon Jews weep on cue or stare defiantly into the camera, spouting impromptu speeches about getting some of their own back one day; all the while, violins wail in the background.