THE LAND IS A BODY BEING DISMEMBERED
HOLDING THE WEIGHT OF ORIGINAL SINS THAT’VE MUTATED THROUGHOUT GENERATIONS
EACH ITERATION REFINING ITS APPARATUS AROUND THOSE STILL LIVINGRead more
Even cities need dramaturgy, and of all the cities in the world, I believe Jaffa has the first claim to receiving devoted dramaturgical care. Among all the commentators, thinkers, journalists, influencers, documentary filmmakers, project entrepreneurs, investors, green investors and their opponents, there should be at least one dramaturg, for God’s sake.Read more
Rewatching Ram Loevy’s “Sakhnin, My Life” brought back three moments I experienced alongside Arab Israeli creators and made me understand something that I spent years allowing myself not to fully feel.Read more
To your credit, Ahmad Habibi,
you figured it out way back then.
By ’67, you already knew that between the river and the sea, the best thing to be –
is Jewish.
And democratic.
But Jewish first.
Not Jewish – no democracy.Read more
Throughout the work, if we peel away the aesthetic shell and strip away the period style, what remains is the exposed core: the words. When one listens to the voices of the characters, to sentences saturated with sorrow and ancient pain, a chilling phenomenon occurs: historical distance dissolves. Every sound, every cry, every accusation spoken in 1969 could just as easily be spoken today, word for word, in 2026.Read more
This is also the film’s deepest cinematic argument. The camera, even when it claims objectivity, always chooses. Always arranges. Always decides what enters the frame and what remains outside it. And if that is so, what is the difference between documentary and fiction?Read more