The subject requires far more grace than director Michel Hazanavicius can give it in under an hour, and despite some transitional cross-cutting, the film inevitably feels like two stories inelegantly stuck together.

This is a rather sentimental bucolic tale, featuring sweet little cartoon birds and rabbits -- and the real horror of Nazi death camps. Yet the rebuke to the fascists is sincere enough.

The movie becomes a bathetic wallow in Holocaust imagery, drowned in an Alexandre Desplat score whose every surge turned my heart increasingly to stone.

Sometimes, miracles do exist… in the form of a little girl wrapped in a blue and white blanket, rescued from horror by a woman who chose care and tenderness. [Full review in Spanish]