D-Day-plus-fifty-years was an epic touristic event as thousands of elderly veterans returned to the battle site, curious to reconnoiter their distant traumas. This same sort of displeasurable sightseeing was witnessed by director Gyula Gazdag as he accompanied a group of Hungarian Jews from the generation that not only knew of Auschwitz, but knew it intimately. Disembarking from their tour bus, the assembled survivors pass beneath the infamous "Arbeit Macht Frei" sign, ineffable looks of anguish on their faces. They have come to reclaim their past, or at least a remnant that will confirm their terror, in a death camp now transformed into a diorama of misery. The perversity mounts as a Polish guide, addressing the obedient tourists in German, recalls with pride the lethal efficiency achieved there. As an attraction, Auschwitz has grown to encompass all barbarity and thus recognizes none.-Steve Seid