A great, Oscar-winning performance by Kate Winslet and an interesting exploration of the power of conformism are only partially ruined by some horrid directing by Stephen Daldry. Winslet plays Hanna Schmitz, a 36-year-old woman having an affair with Michael Berg, a 15-year old boy in postwar Germany. A decade later, Berg has become a law student, and he encounters his lover once again, because shes on trial for being a guard at a concentration camp. This wreaks havoc with his boner-memories, and also creates some guilt, as he has information that could partially exonerate her. However, the same sorts of social pressures that sucked Hanna into goose-stepping are now preventing Berg from coming forward to help her. The whole thing is wrapped into a framing device wherein Ralph Fiennes plays the 60-year-old Berg looking back on his Nazi-humping past with wistfulness and that blank-eyed, distant stare that spells acting with a capital A and then a k and then some other letters that are so deep and powerful that you should totally pay them money to be in self-important films.