When I was relatively young and dumb, I saw this with a group of friends in a theater in Schaumburg, IL, with plans of grabbing dinner then hitting Shelter in Chicago afterwards. Turned out the theater was filled with camp survivors and their families. It is already a powerful film, but the reverent, pin-drop silence of the audience punctuated only by muted gasps and sobs was extra devastating. Needless to say there was no dinner or clubbing afterwards; we decided to just go straight home and hug our parents.