Review by Harvey Karten
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Boys just want to have fun. One day they'll get their thrills
by throwing stones at men in uniform. The next day they'll
play with the soldiers' children. B.Z. Goldberg, Justine Shapiro
and Carlos Bolado's nonfiction drama "Promises" deals with
such kids, showing that not all children are alike after all.
Jewish boys from Israel live differently from Palestinian kids in
the same area. They're officially enemies and yet they play
together. Sometimes. "Promises" is about one such time that
Jewish boys and Palestinian-Arab boys and girls get together to
hang out, to wrestle a bit, and afterward to talk about their
experience. Did peace break out in the Middle East because
kids from opposite sides of the track got together to
"understand" one another? Not yet. In fact only an
unreconstructed hippie overdosing on Ecstasy would think that
the way to achieve peace among discondant folks is have them
chat so they can understand one another. When two
filmmakers, Justine Shapiro and B.Z. Goldberg, traveled to
Israel and the Palestinian territories, they got the inspiration to
see what the fighting is all about from the mouths of babes. Not
only did peace not break out after the meeting between the
young 'uns who are victims of the conflict: both groups held firm
to their initial opinions. The Arab kids concluded that the Koran
gives all the land of Israel and the West Bank to them. The
Jewish kids "proved" through a reading of the first book of the
Torah that God gave the land to Abraham and his descendants.
If there's one thing that this stunning, well edited and fast
paced nonfiction story brings out it's that the children whose
ages range from about nine to thirteen are sharper, more
involved in politics and in the art of argumentation than
Americans are. Notwithstanding 9/11, American high-schoolers
(if one may make such a generalization) are still thinking more
about whether they have dates for the prom and for New Year's
than they are about the future of the United States, now under
the gun from terrorist groups. Then again, maybe Goldberg and
Shapiro chose the best and brightest for their doc. Here's the
story...
Goldberg, a journalist who grew up in Israel during the first
intifada (Arab rebellion against Jewish rule in the West Bank), is
determined to interview some kids of what we'd call Middle-
School age. He takes a cross section from both sides secular
Jews, a Hasidic Jews, a secular Arab, a Hamas supporter, a
refugee living in a camp just twenty minutes' ride from
Jerusalem. Yarko and Daniel are twins who seem about 13
years old and who wear annoying grins on their faces
throughout. Mahmoud could pass for a European anywhere
and yet he is a fervent Arab supporter of Hamas an
organization on U.S. terrorist lists that has made life miserable
for Israelis. Shlomo is ultra-orthodox, speaks fluent English,
and dovins (prays) twelve hours a day. Sanabel dances the
story of her people and from time to time takes a four and one-
half hour trip to the Israeli town of Ashkelon to visit her
imprisoned dad, an alleged terrorist who sits in jail though he
was not officially charged or tried for any crime. Faraj, the most
bitter of the Palestinian kids, never forgot seeing a friend killed
by an Israeli soldier some years back. He insists that the pal
was simply throwing stones but was shot dead on the spot.
Moishe, one of the 115,000 or more Jewish "settlers" in the
West Bank, is what we'd call a Jewish fundamentalist in that he
insists that God gave Abraham all the land now embracing
Israel and the West Bank.
The filmmakers interview the youngsters separately to get
their distinct points of view. While per expectation each side
embraces a predictable point of view in opposition to the other,
there are degrees of vehemence. At least two Jewish kids dig
what the Arabs are saying and believe that if they were Arabs,
they'd probably be mighty angry. Two other Jewish kids are into
the Biblical interpretation, while on the Palestinian side
Mahmoud and Faraj, who sound awfully angry when interviewed
separately, seem to melt during the time they are with the
Jewish kids.
This is thankfully not a talking-heads documentary. Film-
goers, both those who have visitied Israel and those who do not
know the Middle East from Greenland, are exposed to some
dramatic scenery that varies from the Western Wall and the
Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem to some barren lands just over
the border that allegedly held houses blown up by Israelis
during the 1948 war.
I don't believe Goldberg and Shapiro and Carlos Bolado who
expertly edited the shots to give balance to the two sides think
that what they did, even if practiced on a large scale, will lead to
peace. The trouble with such "talks" is that the people can be
friendly: they can play volleyball and patty-cake together for
days at a time and yet when the dust settles, they have
near-irreconcilable differences that must be settled, if at all, by
compromise. Bravo to the folks involved in this absorbing,
entertaining and informative film for giving us more insight into
the issues than we could have learned from a few weeks of
following CNN.
Copyright © 2002 Harvey Karten
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