Yaron is one of an elite group of police officers working in an anti-terrorist unit in the Israeli police force. He and his fellow officers are the ultimate defense against the ”Arab enemy”. Yaron loves the unit and its male camaraderie. He also loves his wife, who is soon to give birth. His encounter with a radical, violent group turns his life upside down, confronting him not only with the Israeli class war but also his own inner conflicts. –Locarno Film Festival
An apparent attempt to subvert stereotypes of macho police instead immerses itself in them nearly to the point of parody. The structure, avoiding the more common inter-cutting stories, presents them, for the most part, in two segments, followed by a third in which they are somewhat inter-cut as they converge. The performances are fine. The story good enough. But there's not much especially noteworthy here.
Also: The latest indefinite word on whether or not David Fincher will make The Girl Who Played with Fire.
The Ferronis take our end of the year double feature extravaganza to delirious heights.
“It’s ultra-macho muscle Jews versus fanatical neo-narodniks.”
Our unique awards for this year’s Locarno: prizes for films by Straub, Tetsuya, Perry and one by none other than Vincente Minnelli.