The Reader

So I did like this.
It's typical Oscar-fodder, overloaded with pregnant silences, beautiful shots and locations, characters heaped with layers and hidden bla bla...

And a LOT of gratuitous Winslet nudity.

But thankfully, there was a little of this too:



Am loving the Kross.

Away from my shallow reasoning though, there is quite a genuinely inspring love story buried somewhere in this.
I'm not sure if it's all a bit of a pipe dream (and if I had a Nazi lover, I think it would be quite easy to scratch them out of my life, as it's taken FAR less than being a Nazi to be erased before) but it still makes you think.

AND THEN THERE IS A BIT OF WINSLET SIDE BOOB AND IT PUTS IT ALL INTO PERSPECTIVE AGAIN.