An American journalist travels to Poland with her father to visit his childhood places. But the father, a Holocaust survivor, resists reliving his trauma and sabotages the trip, creating unintentionally funny situations. Based on the best-selling autobiographical novel TOO MANY MEN by New York-based writer Lily Brett.
You don’t really see that many zany, holocaust-inspired comedies. We need more of those. Or maybe I mean fewer. Not sure.
I don’t know whether anyone out there has been waiting for new nudity from Lena Dunham, and I don’t know whether the 4K resolution makes it better or worse, but here it is:
Looking like a constipated potato. A vile, odious, constipated potato.
Thar she blows