I'm used to Hitchcock movies having some tragedy, but this one was really sad. The kid was full of wonder and interest in things all kids at that age are in to, and then he and loads of other people within his reach are blown up. Plus, his "mother" has to mourn his death and deal with the fact that she has killed her husband. I guess it shows how terrorism kills more than bodies. I feel like I was hoodwinked into thinking that somehow the kid might make it. It's a cliche, but war is senseless.