The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas

I have only once ever seen a film that left me completely speechless and numb at the end. Until now.

This film is one of the most shocking, most horrific, most moving that I have ever seen. Since having seen it, I haven't been able to get the images out of my mind, or the voices and music out of my head (no, I'm not going nuts).

I remember a few years back when Titanic came out, my Grandfather said, "Titanic? Why would you want to see that - everyone knows how it ends!" But yet when you saw it, even though you knew the ending, it still came as a bit of a shock, or at least, as a bit of a tear jerker. And the same could be said of this film - you know how it ends - and yet, unless you've read the book (I'm gathering, as I haven't read the book) - you don't REALLY know how it ends. The story completely draws you in, and along with it - until there's no escape and there is the dreadful realisation dawning on you of what exactly is going to happen, and you don't want it to, but you just can't do anything about it - and it's a complete shock. So much of a shock, I actually felt physically ill afterwards - and was certainly unable to speak or move during the credits as my mind processed all that I had witnessed.

I hope the movie wins an Oscar. I really do. But only because the story telling is so magnificent, the little boys superb, and the music is truly haunting. I warn you though: this is most definitely not a film for the faint hearted - bring plenty of tissues....