Le film aurait dû porter un autre nom genre comment humaniser les Palestiniens pour que le petit blanc d’Europe puisse s’identifier ? Ou introduction pas trop choquante à l’histoire de la Palestine ? 

Tout le long j’ai espéré que le film prenne une autre tournure, qu’il représente ces sionistes comme ils le méritent, que les crimes dont sont victimes les Palestiniens soient dépeints à leur hauteur mais rien. Et je parle pas de devoir montrer les violences parce que je trouve qu’il y a une perversion limite à ça mais on peut pas ne PAS en parler ?
La fin donne l’impression d’une « happy » ending, les Palestiniens sont de gentils personnes qui peuvent communiquer avec les Israéliens, et les seuls qui soient un peu radicalisés dans ce film c’est les fous qu’on veut faire taire (le grand père >>>). 

C’est dommage parce que l’idée de raconter le pays à travers trois générations était bonne mais pourquoi se cantonner au récit de l’Occident ?

Le film aurait dû porter un autre nom genre comment humaniser les Palestiniens pour que le petit blanc d’Europe puisse s’identifier ? Ou introduction pas trop choquante à l’histoire de la Palestine ? 

Tout le long j’ai espéré que le film prenne une autre tournure, qu’il représente ces sionistes comme ils le méritent, que les crimes dont sont victimes les Palestiniens soient dépeints à leur hauteur mais rien. Et je parle pas de devoir montrer les violences parce que je trouve qu’il y a une perversion limite à ça mais on peut pas ne PAS en parler ?
La fin donne l’impression d’une « happy » ending, les Palestiniens sont de gentils personnes qui peuvent communiquer avec les Israéliens, et les seuls qui soient un peu radicalisés dans ce film c’est les fous qu’on veut faire taire (le grand père >>>). 

C’est dommage parce que l’idée de raconter le pays à travers trois générations était bonne mais pourquoi se cantonner au récit de l’Occident ?

(sobbing)🥹😩

(sobbing)🥹😩

my eyes were not dry at all during the runtime. I don’t think anyone in my theatre’s were either. the lady next to me kept handing me tissues. 

I don’t really have much to say. my heart is in Palestine, Syria, Lebanon, Egypt, the holy land. being so far removed from my heritage of struggle works as a double edged sword. Like Hanan and Salim, my parents had to tackle what it meant to give their kids a better life. is it staying in your homeland under oppression? connected to your land and heritage but under occupation? or to leave your homeland and assimilate. my parents chose the latter, but there is no right choice here. 

I was able to live comfortably, but what life could I have had if my parents made a different choice? what life could have been had if Arabs were allowed to be custodians of their land? we’ll never know now, and that’s the most heartbreaking aspect of all of this. the lives, memories, and loves lost before they were given a chance at conception. if Sharif never had to leave his orange grove is Jaffa, what kind of amazing life could his grandson of had? what contributions has the world lost from black and brown peoples never given a chance to flourish and thrive? these questions will keep me up and break my heart a thousand times over. 

this film was outstanding. by the end of the first act I was already drowning in my own tears. I was borderline going to leave - it was too emotionally overwhelming. but if we don’t witness this, who will? we witness these horrors to pass on lessons. my heart is in Palestine, I’m going to be thinking about this for a while.

my eyes were not dry at all during the runtime. I don’t think anyone in my theatre’s were either. the lady next to me kept handing me tissues. 

I don’t really have much to say. my heart is in Palestine, Syria, Lebanon, Egypt, the holy land. being so far removed from my heritage of struggle works as a double edged sword. Like Hanan and Salim, my parents had to tackle what it meant to give their kids a better life. is it staying in your homeland under oppression? connected to your land and heritage but under occupation? or to leave your homeland and assimilate. my parents chose the latter, but there is no right choice here. 

I was able to live comfortably, but what life could I have had if my parents made a different choice? what life could have been had if Arabs were allowed to be custodians of their land? we’ll never know now, and that’s the most heartbreaking aspect of all of this. the lives, memories, and loves lost before they were given a chance at conception. if Sharif never had to leave his orange grove is Jaffa, what kind of amazing life could his grandson of had? what contributions has the world lost from black and brown peoples never given a chance to flourish and thrive? these questions will keep me up and break my heart a thousand times over. 

this film was outstanding. by the end of the first act I was already drowning in my own tears. I was borderline going to leave - it was too emotionally overwhelming. but if we don’t witness this, who will? we witness these horrors to pass on lessons. my heart is in Palestine, I’m going to be thinking about this for a while.

cherien ma vie je t’adore mais tu t’es faite américanisée (tant pis je suis exactement le public cliblé)

cherien ma vie je t’adore mais tu t’es faite américanisée (tant pis je suis exactement le public cliblé)

free palestine, death to the idf

free palestine, death to the idf