The young Polish director Jolanta Dylewska has fashioned some of this archival footage into what feels like a concentrated act of mourning: as figures move through the streets or walk toward the trains that will transport them to the camps, portions of the frame are blown up so that individual faces can be scrutinized, and the film slows, often to a dead stop.
NEWYORKER: (director: Jolanta Dylewska; 1995)