Early on in this movie, the State of Israel is facing the question of how to keep Adolf Eichmann's grave from becoming a neo-Nazi pilgrimage site. It's one of a number of issues that come up regarding shouldering the past versus getting rid of the past. The filmmaker weaves them into a strong coming-of-age story, with a somewhat unconventional boy protagonist and a somewhat unconventional mentor, but when not all the aspects of his message fit in, he doesn't hesitate to insert an entirely different story, with a lengthy monologue recalling a wartime experience, into the middle of the movie. Good for him.
Many Israelis will see the punch line of the monologue coming from a mile away, but the movie, although its in Hebrew, is American-made and there's history to be crammed in that Americans may not know. Sometimes the dialogue gets a little too expository, but not often.
Another flaw, at least to my inexpert eye, is that sometimes the camera expects us to understand something that's not very easy to discern. There's one series of close-ups, while Eichmann is sleeping, where I couldn't figure out what was being photographed at all. And the moment when the reason for the movie's title was revealed went by too fast visually. And there is a sequence during Eichmann's haircut that I think maybe I was supposed to understand as being imagined by one of the characters, but everything was too quick and I'm not sure.
As often happens when American moviemakers, with their deep pockets, put out a call for Israeli actors, big names show up to take even small parts. They all acquit themselves well, and Rotem Keinan, the red-headed actor who makes a career out of playing unsuccessful men, receives an extra credit at the end of the movie as acting coach for the juvenile lead. In that, he was obviously successful.
