Maybe they should take a look and see what REAL problems exist in the world…watching news nowadays show us poor, hungry people in Africa for example. At all. I have never been to NY and I am. I for one am curious to know what happens to our bodies when we travel.
Love your honesty Garance. Nice job with this article. Complaints tend toward acknowledging that, although the film is a step in the right direction in its criticism of war in general, and of the war in Lebanon in particular, it is overly self-indulgent, and too focused on the existential pains of the invaders, rather than on the horrors endured by the Palestinian refugees at Sabra and Shatila then and, by inference, today, in Gaza and the West Bank.
From Angola a very diffent culture, but I have been in Paris for long periods of time. The illustration is amazing, too! The scene dissolves into another scene where a marginally older, acne-ridden Folman finally gets to first base with the girl before being called inside.
This detachment from the national collective memory draws the film into a world signified by the constant blurring of historical context, as well as by private and subjective images, a timeless world of dreams, hallucinations and fantasies.