Pizza in Auschwitz

A man who was imprisoned in several concentration camps re-visits Poland with his kids. A film maker, Moshe Zimmerman, has made a 50-minute documentary about their roadtrip. It turns out that each family member reacts to what she sees very differently, not to say radically differently. The father who was there insists that there is no place for grief or tears. The kids were brought up with stories that have haunted them all their life. This difference in perspective is taken up to violent discussion.
It's one of the best documentaries I've seen in a while. Many scenes made me laugh really hard - or did I cry? This is not the sombre moments of remembrance. This is fifty minutes or so of shouting, irreverent jokes (the family has breakfast: the waiter asks if they want their water 'with or without gas' - burst of laughter), reconciliation, brutal humor. I don't know what to say that would describe this film. In one scene, Danny Chanoch and his grown-up kids enter an office in the Auschwitz camp. Chanoch has decided he wants to spend the night in one of the barracks. A bureaucrat at a desk tells him that there are problems. Chanoch looses it totally, shouting his rights as an ex-prisonor. The bureucrat breaks into tears and calls a colleague. It's horrible to say that this scene was funny, but it truly was, and terribly sad at the same time. Pizza in Auschwitz is packed with scenes like this; grief, bitterness and conflicts, along with ruthless humor. And everything is so complex that it is really hard to make out what one feels when watching it.
It's one hell of a brutal and naked portrait. No solemnity, no self-flattery.
I hope this film will be broadcasted again soon, more people deserve to see it.