When the director of Showgirls, Basic Instinct, and Robocop takes on a story that begins like The Diary of Anne Frank, you can bet good money that the heroine is going to shoot and screw her way out of trouble until she finally makes it to a kibbutz. Black Book, which did big business in Holland and arrives in the U.S. with the cachet of an acclaimed foreign film about the Holocaust, would be plain-old kitsch if it didn't cash in on the suffering of millions to get its low-brow action-adventure kicks. Paul Verhoeven's Black Book opens on Wednesday. Read Jürgen's review.