I can't remember being as involved in a film as this one. I tend to steer clear of holocaust films as they distress me too much, but what this film does, somehow, is rejoice in our ultimate humanity and goodness. I wanted to see the film all over again no sooner had I finished it; its depiction of the evil unleased by Nazi ideology needs to be seen.
The Shop on Main Street is a Slovak film front he Czech-Slovak New Wave that shows how catastrophe starts with small choices. In 1942, a quiet carpenter becomes the state-appointed “Aryan controller” of a button shop owned by an elderly Jewish widow. He tries to do right; the system presses him to do wrong.
Ida Kaminska brings the widow to life with warmth and wary dignity, and the camera lingers on her every flicker of doubt. Directors Ján Kadár and Elmar Klos keep the style plain: steady shots, dry humour, the odd surreal touch. No graphic shocks—just mounting moral pressure. The ending lands like a dropped stone and keeps echoing.