The first thing you notice is the color. No comfortable black and white that you can assure yourself was long ago and far away. Instead, a pile of still white and pinkish bodies, a mountain of them.
All of it colored footage of the death camps, all of which makes the horror so pedestrian. It is like a bonfire at a Big Ten college. Kindling wood.
I switch to an, ahem, item of adult entertainment. It's an orgy scene, and the similarity of the pile-em up on each other is more than disturbing after watching the scenes of the holocaust.
One is pleasure, the other pain, or so it seems. As I've always said, the problem with orgies is that you can never tell where one person ends and the other begins. What's that William Dafoe pic where he confesses that he might have stroked another heterosexual because it was really hard to figure it out who was who?
I guess the only way to know is to everyone wear one of those Army dog tags.
It's like that old joke. "Why don't WASP's like Orgies? "Too many thank you notes."
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