Photo by Sarah Meyssonnier / Reuters Jonathan Glazer’s profoundly subtle and disturbing film, The Zone of Interest, no sooner won an Oscar for Best International Feature than its director delivered an apology for his Jewishness so grovelling in its emotional simplicity it would have made the angels – of any religion – weep. I wanted The Zone of Interest to win an Oscar. Quite frankly I would have been delighted had it won them all. Based freely on Martin Amis’s dark-delving philosophical novel, it is a marvellously subtle film that addresses the greatest of moral conundrums – how it was...