Well, I finally realised why Schindler's List always seemed like an empty movie to me. You see, I had a bit of a mix-up and got the DVD with the B-side up and, thus, never realized I'd only seen the last quarter of the movie. Now I understand it's magic.
I'm not a realist. In fact, I’m quite opposite of one. On IMDb, I read a lot of things about the movie and gathered new perspectives. Apparently, according to several people, this is not a realistic account. Of Schindler', that is. But I take no heed. I'm in love.
But see, the thing is about me, although I'm swayed easily and hurt when even nudged, I couldn't find this movie depressing. As immoral as it was, immorality towards people like me, I had not a shed of sadness.
I've also seen the Devil's Arithmetic. I cried during that, anyway, when Rifka's mother was taken away from the bunker to the gas (of course, one has to assume that's where she's taken). Meh.
Anyway, I think I didn't react "correctly" to Schindler's List because I was too distracted by my desires. I would do anything just to convince the world that Amon Goeth and Oscar Schindler were flirting.
But that's because I’m a retard.
So there you go.