The 20th Boston Jewish Film Festival reaches deep and far
THE GIFT TO STALIN: After seeing Rustem Abdrashev’s Kazakhstan-set film, you’ll feel you’ve been somewhere.
Now in its 20th incarnation, the Boston Jewish Film Festival is almost the oldest three-ring circus of its kind (San Francisco’s annual program got there first by nine years), and in that span we’ve seen the elusive idea of “Jewish film” become an institution. Just what qualifies a film as Jewish was once a pertinent, and almost unanswerable, question. Today, as the BJFF has defined it, a Jewish film is one that intersects in any meaningful way with diasporic culture, be it in Tel Aviv, London, Auschwitz, or Hollywood. It’s a global agenda, expansive instead of qualifying.
|“The Boston Jewish Film Festival” | Museum of Fine Arts, Institute of Contemporary Art, Kendall Square, Coolidge Corner, West Newton, Arlington Capitol, Suburbs | Through November 16|
And it’s worth noting that 2008 seems to be rounding up as some kind of Israeli bumper crop, beginning with Etgar Keret & Shira Geffen’s Jellyfish, David Volach’s My Father, My Lord, and Amos Gitai’s One Day You’ll Understand [Plus tard tu comprendras] (this last one is included in the program: ICA: November 8 at 9:15 pm; Coolidge Corner: November 9 at 9 pm). Are we finally detecting the first gurglings of an overdue Israeli New Wave? It’s hard to tell just yet, but in any case this year’s BJFF catalogue is rich and surprising.
The most mediocre film I saw is the formulaic and expertly calculated NOODLE (2008; Coolidge Corner: November 8 at 7 pm; MFA: November 15 at 9 pm), a schmaltzy Israeli sniffler in which a lonely but lovely Tel Aviv widow (Mili Avital) is stuck with a six-year-old boy after his mother, the widow’s cleaning woman, is deported. You know where it’s headed: maternal aches, cute intercultural exchanges, outrageous heroism, big tears. Still, adroitly harpooning middle-class audiences’ tear ducts is far from an unpardonable crime.
Erez Tadmor & Guy Nattiv’s STRANGERS (2007; Coolidge Corner: November 8 at 9 pm; MFA: November 9 at 7:30 pm; Kendall Square: November 13 at 9 pm) is also less than daring, an improvised, pretentious romance between a sexy Parisian Palestinian woman and an Israeli hunk who meet clumsy-cute in Berlin, where they’ve come to see the 2006 World Cup final (just as the Israeli war against Hezbollah heats up on the news). Of course they fuck and then separate, and then her little son creates crises for both, and their efforts to have their affair remain a one-night stand are thwarted. It’s nothing new, but the actors are fine, especially Lubna Azabel (Viva Laldjerie, Changing Times, Body of Lies), and the hand-held textures are authentic.
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