A challenge is to talk about a movie without divulging any information about said movie.
That is the problem with “Waltz with Bashir”, an animated movie I saw last night about the first Lebanon War.
I cannot morally speak about the movie. Any words I would say would ruin it for you. I just can say that it blew me away.
It touched upon every single emotion that my being knows how to emote. I walked out of the theater both drained and empowered. I understood the war much better, yet, I did not understand the war at all. I felt connected to something much greater than myself, and extremely solitary at the same time. I realized that I am human, and that humans are, well, human.
At this point, I can see naysayers scoffing at my empty rhetoric. “A movie can’t do that. It doesn’t have the power,” they jeer, “it’s just Ezra’s tendency to over-dramatize everything.”
They may be correct. And I implore them to see the movie and to tell me what they think.
It’s worth your time.
