Very few movies bring me to tears, but “Anne Frank: The Whole Story” really got to me.
I hate those Nazi bastards.
That’s the one with Ben Kingsley, right? That one got to me too. I thought it was excellent. Only The Boy in the Striped Pajamas had me bawling more—I could barely breathe during the ending of that one. Thank goodness I was watching it alone. I hate crying like that in front of people.
Sometimes I can watch these movies and sometimes it’s hard. Of course I read the books and took the tour of the house in Amsterdam.
I have an anger burning in me every day somewhere because of what they did to my good great-grandparents, among other relatives.