The opposite is kind of weird too. My late Jewish father was absolutely obsessed with the Holocaust. He had virtually every book ever written on the subject. There was a room in the house my mother and I called (much to his chagrin) ‘The Holocaust Room’ because of the vast number of books on the Holocaust there were inside it.
He did have sort of a reason for his obsession. He was in London from age 7 on through the war because his parents didn’t evacuate him and he spend the years 1939-1945 waiting for the Nazis to invade and put him in a concentration camp. So it made sense to me, but it was still going pretty overboard.
He saw Shoah more than once. It’s 566 minutes long.
The opposite is kind of weird too. My late Jewish father was absolutely obsessed with the Holocaust. He had virtually every book ever written on the subject. There was a room in the house my mother and I called (much to his chagrin) ‘The Holocaust Room’ because of the vast number of books on the Holocaust there were inside it.
He did have sort of a reason for his obsession. He was in London from age 7 on through the war because his parents didn’t evacuate him and he spend the years 1939-1945 waiting for the Nazis to invade and put him in a concentration camp. So it made sense to me, but it was still going pretty overboard.
He saw Shoah more than once. It’s 566 minutes long.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shoah_(film)