The Boy in the Striped Pajamas –Claudia Rightmire

            I wish I could explain every little detail of this movie and do it justice, but I find that impossible because of how moving it actually is. A young boy named Bruno lived in the time of the Holocaust. He had a German soldier as a dad, and not just any German soldier, the commandant. He was clueless when it came to the war, and thought that all his dad did was cause peace amongst the people, that is, until the family moved right next to a “farm”. In fact, this “farm” was Auschwitz, one of the most brutal concentration camps of the time. Bruno did not know this however, and went to discover one of the best friends that he could ever find, trapped within that electric fence.

“We’re not supposed to be friends, you and me. We’re meant to be enemies. Did you know that?”-Bruno

            The Boy in the Striped Pajamas was touching, and made me have tears in my eyes by the ending. To think that something so terrible happened at such a short time ago is mind-boggling. Most do not actually think about this cloudy time in history anymore, but I think with the production of this movie, the U.S. shook again. The language was clear, and the content was very accurate. I cannot tell you enough to watch this movie, but I can tell you that if you did, it would be much harder to get to sleep that night.

            “I don’t understand. One man caused all this trouble?”-Bruno

            I think that the best part of this movie was that it showed that not only Jewish adults were harmed during this horrid time. Children, even at the age of 8, were placed in these camps, and punished just as an adult. They were not thought of as people but “things”, and were treated worse than animals. It showed the sad truth to the matter, and at the very end, the viewer saw exactly what happened to those “things”.

            “They smell worse when they burn, don’t they?”-Lieutenant Kotler

It opened my eyes to the sheer injustice, and also the power of friendship. The two boys stuck together until the end, and taught the commandant that maybe the whole idea of the war was not all it was cracked up to be. That maybe, just maybe, those “things” were just as important as that very man standing in his uniform and looking up to the raining sky for some comfort.

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows – poet John Betjeman.


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