Zwartboek (Black Book) has been on my list of films to see since I first heard about it. I imagined hating it, expecting it to be the zenith of attempts to cash in the historical anguish of the Holocaust, infused with an extra layer of trashiness in the form of Showgirls-style eroticism. But Zwartboek is quite possibly the best Holocaust film I’ve ever seen.
(Warning: there are spoilers in this post if you have not seen the film)