By Terrence McCoy
By Allie Conti
By Chuck Strouse
By Scott Fishman
By Terrence McCoy
By Ryan Yousefi
By Ciara LaVelle, Kat Bein, Carolina Del Busto, and Liz Tracy
By Pepe Billete
The diversity is breathtaking. This year's Miami Jewish Film Festival sprawls with four venues featuring a batch of motion pictures that seem to cover everything Jewish under the sun. Hitler and Stalin, the Holocaust and Heaven, klezmer and ska, ambitious masterpieces, family dramas, slapstick comedies, and earnest documentaries add up to a movie feast you don't have to be Jewish to enjoy. Even in a field crowded with promise, however, one picture stands out.
It is called Fateless (2005, directed by Lajos Koltai, in Hungarian with English subtitles), and it is immensely moving, a work of ineffable sadness and improbable joy. Set for national release immediately following the festival and already adored by critics and audiences around the world, Koltai's movie is based on the autobiographical novel by Imre Kertész, who also wrote the screenplay. The tale of one teenager surviving the Holocaust may seem obscenely familiar, yet the telling is as original as it is necessary. In awarding Kertész the Nobel Prize for Literature in 2002, the Swedish Academy cited the Hungarian Holocaust survivor "for writing that upholds the fragile experience of the individual against the barbaric arbitrariness of history." And it is the force of history in all its horrifying epic contradictions that drenches Kertész's film adaptation.
Gyuri Koves, Kertész's alter ego, is only fourteen years old when he is pulled off a bus in Budapest and sent to Auschwitz and then to Birkenau. "I was beginning to grasp the simple secret of my existence," his serene voice-over narration tells, "that I could be killed anywhere, anytime." Eventually, not only after liberation but also significantly after being thrown into the different hell of communism in Hungary, our hero learns simply "to accept any argument for being able to live." This portrait of innocence brutalized is itself brutally honest.
Elsewhere in the festival, variety rules. Not everything was available for review, including promising fare like Petite Jerusalem and Stalin's Last Purge. An evening of "Shorts on South Beach" sounds intriguing, with little movies about Mel Gibson's Jesus film, as well as something called Mah-Jong: The Tiles That Bind, which sounds like a hoot. Here are some of the festival highlights:
Go for Zucker! (2004, directed by Dani Levy, in German with English subtitles; Miami premiere): As if to balance the depth and seriousness of Fateless, the festival offers some delicious international froth. Go for Zucker! (Alles auf Zucker!) once again proves the richness of German film today, also surprising in its portrayal both of Jewish life in Berlin and of the contradictions that followed the miracle of 1989. After the unification, a former East German TV sportscaster, reduced to gambling and billiards for a living, suddenly has the chance to inherit some money. The catch is that he has to make peace with his Orthodox West German capitalist brother, and he has to sit shiva at the same time as a major billiards tournament that he simply must win. The gay-friendly madcap comedy from the producers of Goodbye, Lenin and Run, Lola, Run has a tasty comic turn by Sebastian Blomberg (a bona fide heartthrob among the new generation of German actors), cast against type and sporting a Hasidic beard, as our hero's very conservative nephew.
Only Human (2004, directed by Teresa de Pelegri and Dominic Harari, in Spanish with English subtitles): Even better than Go for Zucker, this Spanish comedy is the festival's funniest, arriving as a sort of Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? with shades of Almodvar and a contemporary twist: A Jewish daughter who has been living in Barcelona returns to Madrid to introduce her family to her Israeli fiancé it's just that the passport may be Israeli, but the man is Palestinian. This is a very, very cool dark comedy, with the added attraction of the indomitable Norma Aleandro as the mother.
Local Call (2004, directed by Arthur Joffe, in French with English subtitles): Though perhaps a little too whimsical for its own good, this tight little French comedy may well turn out to be one of the festival's sweetest hits. The premise is nothing if not original: A harried astronomer with a pill of a wife is henpecked into cleaning up his office, finds a box of his dead father's belongings, and gives away the old man's cashmere coat to a homeless man outside. Next thing he knows, he's getting very expensive collect calls from Heaven the old guy wants his coat back! Don't ask. The surrealism is pulled off, in the best Amélie style, with a straight face. There are terrific cameos by Michel Serrault as the father's voice on the phone, and by the always riveting Tchéky Karyo as a slimy banker. And Sergio Castellitto's performance, as a man quietly drowning in nostalgia, alone makes this picture a must-see.
Metallic Blues (2004, directed by Danny Verete, in Hebrew and German with English subtitles; Miami premiere): A hit at last year's Jerusalem International Film Festival, this one promises a new twist on your basic buddy movie when memories of the Holocaust intrude as two Israeli lugs try to make a profit shipping a 1985 Lincoln Continental limo to Germany. Starring Moshe Ivgy and Avi Kushner, one of Israel's top stand-up comics.