In strongly accented English, a young German tour guide at the Mauthausen concentration camp laconically describes the horrors of the concentration camp to a group of teenagers. A Slovenian tourist reports that the tour was enjoyable and that he will continue to visit concentration camps; an American Jew notes that this is the perfect place to spend Yom Kippur; a Nigerian speaks of what racism and discrimination can do. A sharp transition to the nearby village, to a bar once frequented by the SS (so explains another camp guide), where they sell cider and beer to visitors. An old woman speaks proudly of her late husband, a member of the Schutzstaffel. Her friends recall the smell of burning flesh that emanated from the camp. An old man knew a commander of the camp, a hunter, a good friend. Another Mauthausener once visited Israel and was proud to see the name of her town inscribed in the floor at a museum in Jerusalem whose name she can’t remember… Without using archival footage, Rex Bloomstein’s new film consists entirely of conversations with visitors, neighbors and guides at the death camp, without judging any of those facing the camera. KZ is one of the more effective films you will see this year, a film that cunningly gets under your skin and remains there and prompts the question: how could this have happened only 60 years ago?