Now I’ve seen a Korean monster movie and a Dutch Nazi movie. I think I’ll start wearing a beret and black turtleneck and smoke Gauloises. And snap my fingers at poetry readings. Bah.
Interesting flick. Supposedly based on a true story. I dunno. There were so many twists and turns it almost strains credulity. But, in war, I suppose things will tend towards confusion. I could probably do without so many stereotypes – the fat Nazi sadist, the kindly Resistance fighter, the beautiful Jewish girl, the stupid Canadian.
Actually, I kind of like that last one. I think we need more of them in films. As comic relief, of course.