Nuit et brouillard

Well, I don't even know where to start 'cause I'm still trying to catch my breath. If I have to pick one film that awakes all sentiments (probably excluding joy) in me, this would be it. It only lasts 30 minutes, but disgust, horror, sorrow, rage will come back whenever I think of those images. Halfway through the film I found myself wanting to throw up, and the next thing I know my eyes were swelling with tears. By the end here I am staring at the black screen in disbelief. I'm glad I watched it, but I don't think I would ever be able to watch it again.

 "The crematorium is no longer in use. The
 devices of the Nazis are out of date. Nine
 million dead haunt this landscape. Who is
 on the lookout from this strange tower to
 warn us of the coming of new executioners?
 Are their faces really different from our
 own? Somewhere among us, there are lucky
 Kapos, reinstated officers, and unknown
 informers. There are those who refused to
 believe this, or believed it only from
 time to time. And there are those of us
 who sincerely look upon the ruins today,
 as if the old concentration camp monster
 were dead and buried beneath them. Those
 who pretend to take hope again as the
 image fades, as though there were a cure
 for the plague of these camps. Those of
 us who pretend to believe that all this
 happened only once, at a certain time and
 in a certain place, and those who refuse
 to see, who do not hear the cry to the
 end of time."