It was Holocaust Education Week here in south western Ontario, and my mother and I, gentiles with a strong love for the Jewish people, set out to the Princess Theatre to view the movie Watermarks. It demonstrated a raw beauty, that moved me to tears, made me laugh, and inspired me at the same time. It was impossible to watch this documentary and not be wrapped up in emotion, and easily develop an attachment to any one of the Hakoah swimmers and divers, who were now well into their eighties and making their way back to Austria from various places around the world in order to team once again for a dip into the pool. It is a story of love, respect, and survival amid painful and joyful memories. It taught much; the cinematography and research is first class, and I came home to tell my own children about the movie. Truly inspiring. Beautifully portrayed.
Review of Watermarks
