A yearning for tolerance united many of the festival’s films.
Its vantage point assembles an argument by obsessively focusing on reassembling a tangible timeline of events.
The latest film by Jean-Pierre and Luc Dardenne left me speechless.
In under 20 minutes of screen time, Jeanne Moreau supplies the film with an otherwise absent emotional weight of reconciliation to the anguished history of WWII France.
Amos Gitai’s aim is not so much to streamline the volatile political realities around him as to photograph the conflicting seams.
The second chapter in Amos Gitai’s “City Trilogy” boasts a wry buoyancy absent from Devarim and Kadosh.
Despair comes too easy to Devarim, but it should be seen by anyone interested in Gitai’s still-underrepresented oeuvre.
Gitai’s questioning rigor, unexpectedly seasoned with some wry humor, makes his ode to uneasy multiracial union worth at least a rental.
Free Zone registers as a war photograph pulled out of a vat of developer fluid minutes too soon.