The Children of October 7

I watched this documentary about October 7th expecting a sober reckoning with the day's horrors-not just the pain of one side, but the full, agonizing truth of what unfolded. Instead, I was given a carefully curated narrative, one that wielded grief as both weapon and shield. The film captured, with unflinching intimacy, the terror of Israeli civilians-the children hiding in fear, the families torn apart, the raw anguish of a community under attack. Their suffering was undeniable, their trauma visceral.

But the documentary refused to acknowledge a harder, more essential truth: October 7th was not a one-sided atrocity. While Hamas militants attacked in kibbutzim and at a music festival, Israeli forces responded with airstrikes that killed Israeli and Palestinian civilians in both kibbutzim and Gaza-including children who had no part in the attack. The film framed the violence as a sudden, inexplicable eruption, as if it existed outside of history, outside of cause and effect. It never paused to ask: What led here? It never dared to show the Palestinian parents digging their own children from rubble that same day, or the decades of occupation, blockade, and despair that shaped this moment.

This wasn't just an oversight, it was an active erasure. The documentary placed all blame on one side, all innocence on the other, as if war and retaliation could ever be so simple. It asked us to mourn some children while ignoring others. It demanded outrage at some deaths while treating others as inevitable, even justified.

If the goal was truth, then the film failed. Because the real story of October 7th is not a tale of monsters and martyrs. It is a story of cycles, of vengeance, of two peoples trapped in a struggle where violence only begets more violence. To tell it any other way isn't just dishonest. It's dangerous.

I wish I didn't need to write a review for such a sad and important movie. In these times of lies and misinformation, it's crucial that people unconnected to the conflict get a chance to watch the accounts of those children who survived the attack on Oct 7th. Watch this movie to bear witness to the reality of terror and listen to the firsthand words of those children who survived.

Like the Holocaust, there are times in history where we want to look away- the pain and horror is too great, but the only way to honour the memories of those innocent lives taken is to see and hear with our own eyes. This movie, created by Montana Tucker, is a first person account that sears your heart, but leaves you with the knowledge and truth of what happened on Oct 7th. Evil made its way into the life of children and it's our duty to watch and share their stories with the world.

Review: The Children of October 7

The director and his team have accomplished something truly extraordinary with The Children of October 7. This is not just a film - it's a testimony. It is a documentary that everyone on this planet needs to witness, no matter how difficult it may be to watch. What the creators have managed to capture is more than just a recounting of horrific events; they have provided a deeply human, sensitively portrayed account through the most fragile yet powerful lens imaginable - the eyes of the children who lived through it.

From the first moments of the film, it becomes clear that the crew approached the story with immense care and respect. The narrative never feels exploitative or forced. Instead, it allows the children's voices to carry the weight of their experiences, without unnecessary dramatization or emotional manipulation. This sensitive handling is present throughout the entire movie, even during the most harrowing moments when the stories being told are almost too painful to comprehend. The team's restraint and compassion are palpable, and it is what makes the documentary so impactful.

The children's testimonies are raw, honest, and heartbreakingly vivid. Listening to them recount what they saw, what they felt, and how their lives were shattered forces the audience to confront the human cost of tragedy in its purest form. These are not seasoned storytellers or trained actors - these are young souls trying to find words for experiences no one should ever have to endure. The sheer authenticity of their words and expressions leaves an indelible mark.

One of the most remarkable achievements of The Children of October 7 is its ability to balance unbearable sadness with dignity. The film does not fall into despair; it refuses to strip the children of their agency or their humanity. Instead, it highlights their resilience, their struggle to comprehend the incomprehensible, and in some cases, even their small sparks of hope. The documentary becomes not only a record of loss but also a tribute to the strength of the human spirit - particularly that of the youngest among us.

The cinematography and editing choices complement the tone perfectly. There are no flashy techniques or unnecessary embellishments; everything is crafted to keep the focus squarely on the children and their stories. Quiet shots, natural lighting, and moments of stillness give the film an authenticity that heightens its emotional power. Even the musical score is used sparingly and wisely, enhancing the emotional landscape without overwhelming it.

It is not an easy movie to watch - nor should it be. Some scenes are deeply unsettling, not because of any graphic imagery, but because of the raw emotional truths being shared. The bravery of these children, willing to open up their wounds in front of a camera, is nothing short of staggering. Equally brave are the filmmakers, who chose to sit with that pain, honor it, and share it with the world in the most respectful way possible.

The Children of October 7 is a film that demands reflection. It is a reminder of the real human beings behind the headlines and statistics. It insists that we see, listen, and remember - not just the events, but the lives altered forever. It is a film that calls for empathy, for action, and most of all, for remembrance.

In an age where desensitization to violence and tragedy is a real risk, this movie re-centers us on what truly matters: the human stories. The real faces. The innocent lives caught in the crossfire. It is an experience that will leave you shaken, humbled, and forever changed.

No words can truly do justice to what these children endured, but The Children of October 7 gives them the platform they deserve. And for that, we owe the director, the team, and most importantly, the children themselves, our deepest gratitude.

This is not just a film to watch - it is a film to bear witness to.

I think it is an excellent documentary.. Deeply moving. Hard to watch, nevertheless, every person should watch it. Devastating what these children had to go through, beyond words. But they are so brave, strong and resilient, just admirable. Hope they can recover soon, and have a beautiful amazing life, full of love and peace, just as every human being should.

Thank you so much to director, Montana and every person who contributed to make this possible.

May peace increase, pervades and heal every single hart and mind of each and every human being.

May all hostages return home soon.

Bring them home now.

What an important and wonderful documentary, sad and heartfelt, but ABSOLUTELY ruined by a half-witted woman with the most ridiculous questions ever: 'Do you miss your father?' and 'How did you feel when the terrorists came into your house?'), completely plastered in enough make-up to cover 3 elephants, jewellery to fill a entire shop, gold sunglesses, false plastic nails that you can clearly see she doesn't want anyone touching, her chest half exposed, and a wardrobe change in every scene. Who would ever dare to dress like that on a visit to such a war-torn area? - She's an insult to humanity.