The movie is also a little too obviously production-designed to be taken seriously as a gritty, realistic tale torn from life (the sets all look like they were just painted the night before the cameras rolled, and most of the clothes look brand new; doesn’t anybody in this town get dirt on their knees, or snag a sweater on a nail?). All in all, it’s too clean and neat, in both the visual and narrative senses of those words, to move and shock a viewer over the age of, say, 14 who has seen a film or read another book about the Holocaust aimed at adults, or even learned a little bit about that grim period of European history in a classroom.