It had been awhile since I've been this disappointed, but I left the movie's credits profoundly disgusted. The material is not only weak, but practically void. It stands non-chalant, sourcing it's story as it has a bigger message, but the mix poured with unaesthetic, cold, unimportant flows of sex scenes that can't even pull reactions other than boredom, Winslet snugged on make up without feeling the character, delivering her speech without a change in her blank expression; with tears that seem to mechanical and looks that seem to disgusting.

It has the disadvantage of also being talked in English, set upon Nazi Germany, a completely detachment between Michael Berg grown and youth, and lines and subplots too predictable to be accounted as realistic or even entertaining.

Many movies were, are and will be made about the Second War World. It has lots of material: "Letters of Iwo Jima" did beautifully in telling hell over the Japanese side. "The Pianist" cut crude into a fight for survival keeping morals. Even "Judgement at Nuremberg" did a perfect examination of the disgusting wheels of Nazi officers in trial.

But "The Reader" has nothing to give to this big names. It is big, it is boasted enormously, it has colours and environment, but lacks depth as rarely seen in films with this subject.