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The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

Film adaptations are supposed to be, not a different version of a book as it is, but a different depiction of circumstances under the leading of the paragraphs. I may be absolutely wrong... but this film is as plain as a novel by Isabelle Allende. I wanted to see an obscure and cold Nazi father and all I got was fucking Professor Lupin with a swastika. And the children... they look more like actors than children.