It is said there is only one rule when it comes to dramatizing the Holocaust: don’t. The argument is essentially this: the unique horror of the event is beyond the scope of conventional artistic representation. Illuminate what happened with a documentary, sure, but apply a glossy Hollywood sheen to those monstrous events and you risk artistic catastrophe.

I’ve seen many productions which fall into that category but here’s two recent ones: Hunters , an Al Pacino series for Amazon which portrays a gang of 1970s New York Nazi hunters as superhero vigilantes, and Sky Atlantic’s tastefully shot The Tattooist of Auschwitz , a sentimental, semi-fictionalised (why? Is the truth not enough?) account of a concentration camp love story. Coming soon, I fear: The Dry Cleaner of Buchenwald , Th

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