To cleanse the palate, it’s six months old but only beginning to go viral this week for whatever reason. I’ve watched it three times and can’t make up my mind. Triumphal joie de vivre from a survivor of the world’s most infamous death camp should make for ecstatic uplift — and yet, and yet, I can’t quite assimilate the scene with the soundtrack. Gloria Gaynor at Auschwitz? It’s like watching firefighters doing the Macarena at Ground Zero. Nothing wrong with it, exactly, just … not a combination you would have ever, ever expected. Exit question: Love it, like it, or a little bit queasy?