Combining some widely beloved tunes and a touching cinematography, this film managed to capture the poetic escence of loneliness, without any forced optimism, just letting it glow with its sad magic. I was shocked to find out that Ronit Elkabetz died less than a week ago. What a loss for cinema! She was magnetic.
Trying for deadpan, sometimes broad, the small scale depiction of a middle-of-nowhere Israeli town divorced from culture and peopled by characters struggling to relate to one another has its poignance. That Dina (kind of) pursues Tawfiq strains credibility - surely not, even as the acting out of a childhood fantasy? But perhaps the lack of easy (or any) resolution is the strength of these quiet vignettes.
It tries too hard to be sentimental. Every single step of the way is an uncomfortable frame. All just to say that we are all lonely souls in a bath of dry tears. Period. No clarification. No subtlety. No deviation from the original premise. Relentless loneliness. And on and on an on in sky blue uniforms and mawkish acting. Childish to the core, flat like a trampoline, sappy like girlie love letters in pink ink.