It is hard to be moved anymore by films about concentration camps. The grainy images of scarecrow figures; maniacal guards firing pistols on a whim; parents dragged away while children stare—Hollywood has managed to turn such horrors into stock visuals. It has made the unspeakable not only speakable, but almost rote.

I Am David may not break this mold, but it keeps us watching. It opens with a voiceover explaining to young David that a way has been made for him to escape from the concentration camp in Bulgaria. The electric fence will be turned off, a bag will be waiting with supplies. He is to make his way to Greece. From there he is to use his resourcefulness to find a way to Denmark and present a sealed letter to the authorities.


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