A potentially strong film of reality hidden from the gaze of an innocent, yet inquisitive, child is marred by an ending succumbing to countless Nazi-cliches and emotional masturbation. This otherwise interesting theme is played out during Holocaust (for simplicity and ease of presenting a tangible Evil), but cannot avoid the trite Hays-like finger pointing
(Children burn! Nazi bad!), which then comes off too simplistic for a subjective film unaware of these brutalities. Thus, the ending merely taps into previous ground to invoke cheap feelings of disgust, though this might be the only disgusting thing to take away. A brave film would have
Bruno live on - innocense lost. Brutal.