Dialogue: Yishuv - Conversations with Israel's Activist Filmmakers

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Yishuv (Settlement)? Conversations with Israel’s ActivistFilm Makers By Mitchell Miller

I should say there are other films doing this sort of work, coming from Israel. My films deal with denied topics, taboos – so immediately you have an impact. Sentenced to Marriage wasn’t just another film about the conflict. It looked inside Israeli society. Anat Zuria The recent atrocity in Gaza1 is a chilling reminder (were a reminder necessary) that international law is regarded as optional by the Middle East’s ‘only democracy’. Israel may well be regarded as that part of the region most oriented towards the West, but its siege mentality seems incomprehensible to a British or European outlook (though if ‘we’ looked hard enough we would find many a portcullis ready to slam shut in Fortress Europe). America, as always, retains its own categories and its own counsel on its most important client state (save perhaps, for the more circumspect Saudis). The Kheffiyeh is now as – or more – synonymous with the contemporary British left than the Red Flag. Not only is it more practical in the perfidious British climate, it indicates the importance of Palestinian Solidarity movements to its increasingly complicated cluster of interests, representing the inexorable shift from ideologies to issues. This, and the inclusion of radical Islamist groups (not to be automatically identaified with Palestinian support groups) promoting ideologies incompatible with international left/liberal aims has made the Israeli conspicuous by its absence.

But this confirms at least, that a moderate/left lobby does exist. Tel Aviv is planning its first Gay Pride march; it will require a ring of steel to get from one end of the route to the other, but it is taking place. Israel is more than settlers, soldiers and pugnacious Russian émigrés. There is resistance, there is debate there are alternatives, but as fear feeds the cult of security, they risk being smothered. As with America’s beleaguered progressives, film has proved popular with Israeli left-wingers as a potent alternative to the official legislature or mainstream media outlets. This has developed into a highly distinctive and sophisticated style of nonfiction filmmaking. The footage is usually strong stuff, harvested directly from the Gaza Strip or the dark corners of Israeli domestic life. It is a form of cultural criticism (as all good social documentary is) focused on uncovering what is not discussed in polite Israeli society (or that of its Western counterparts). The treatment tends towards the poetic, rarely adopting a straightforward narrative, it favours storytelling through episodes, or ellipsis. It is unapologetically abstract (exploiting the symbolism of army checkpoints, the power of the Samson myth, or the notion of the frontier) and favours a laconic style of storytelling reminiscent of both the sacred and profane extremes of the Jewish tradition; sparse and unadorned, eschewing soundtracks, flashy animations or fancy editing, intellectual yet grimly comedic. At its best it communicates hard, uncomfortable facts while aspiring to more universal artistic truths.

Some would be surprised at the very idea; it is convenient to conceive of Israel simply as a bête noire, a nation of Imperialist stooges. In a recent New Statesman-funded expedition to the region, editor John Kampfner found the prospects grim for moderate or left of centre politics. Emblazoned on its front cover was the image of an IDF (Israeli Defence Forces) squaddie, teeth gritted in a full-on seethe, Uzi clutched tightly by his side and a stained Israeli flag in the other. His eyes are hard, cold and angry. No compromise from these people, it seems.

But these abstractions are rooted firmly in Israel’s most awful realities embroiled in which we find Avi Mograbi, a familiar figure along Israel’s border fences. In his Avenge but one of my two eyes (2005) he snarls his contempt at a group of soldiers detaining Palestinian schoolkids at a checkpoint ‘What hole did you crawl out of? Let them through!’ Half sheepish, half petulant, the boy-officer flees Mograbi and his camera into the armour-plated cocoon of his hum vee. But the gate stays shut.

Kampfner found the left as gloomy and doom-laden as the Israeli right were belligerent and vengeful.

Mograbi is not an especially prolific filmmaker, producing one every few years or so through

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