…at this horrible juncture in our nightmare concentration camp life is a little Miklos Rozsa interlude.** To remind that a gradual end to the horror will occur…eventually, somehow, sometime down the road. Probably starting on the evening of 11.3…maybe.

** This is not to be construed as a tribute to Nicholas Ray‘s King of Kings, which is neither here nor there, but to soul man Rozsa, whose scores were almost always better than the films they served.