“The Boy in the Striped Pajamas,” a Holocaust film from a child’s perspective, does its best to make you cry harder for Bruno, a high-ranking Nazi’s 8-year-old son, than weep for his friend Shmuel and the 6 million Jews gassed and burned to death in concentration camps.

That effect may be unintentional, but it won’t stop some moviegoers from finding the film distasteful and exploitive — a shame given its conclusion flings you into the most heartbreaking, unbearable final minutes you’ve ever seen.

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