The Diary of Anne Frank

Some stories don't need to be dramatised. The weight of the genuine events that took place in the life of the Franks, the awful reality of the suffering of those who died in concentration camps and the terrifying implications all these events have for the nature of the human are beyond the grasp of all but the most brutal and bleak of film productions.

Enter Melissa Gilbert of Little House on the Prairie, skipping gaily, full of life and joy and entirely lacking in depth or gravity.

As a country girl of ludicrous naiveté in 'Little House' Gilbert is nauseating enough but to watch her trample all across the character of a young Jewish holocaust victim is bordering on offensive.

Some cast members are convincing and assured enough to carry off the roles to which they have committed themselves but the truth is that these are in the minority. The overall picture comes across as a poor taste 6th Form production put together by minds too young to realise the blasphemy of their actions.

I have the misfortune of having to show this drivel to pupils at the school in which I teach. It makes me feel uneasy to think I'm polluting the minds of young adults with such low culture.

Keep away.