The Song of Names, a way to remember the names of the dead from the holocaust, is poignant and deeply moving. This film did not do it justice.
Dov, the boy genius from Warsaw is left by his father in London, under the care of an English non-Jewish family, where he can continue to hone his talent of playing the violin. The father returns to Poland to rejoin the rest of his family on the brink of the breakout of world war two.
We are then left with Dov, his journey of life and that of his English "brother" Martin.
Unfortunately, Dov is never very likeable at any of the ages portrayed in the film and to be honest, neither is Martin nor Martin's wife, Helen.
The suffering of those around them, Martin's father, the rabbi, the Jewish survivors in London, the polish girl in Warsaw and Joseph, the other polish violinist, all of whom we only get fleeting glances of, is more affecting than that of the central characters.
I simply don't know what to make of this film.
Watch it by all means, for the music alone and to understand the meaning of the title and maybe you will have a different reaction than I did.
