The narrator spends a lot of time talking to other soldiers who are questioning, “Why are we here?” Watching this, you start wondering the same thing; then the narrator gets sent closer to Lebanon, and we see bombing. What you see mostly, is bombed out cars. It’s then that you realize that Hezbollah was hitting civilians targets as well as the military. (Although it’s very clear that the bombing is directed at the military; it makes you really wonder if the “collateral damage” was worth it.)
Most of the soldiers are very young, and very disillusioned; they want mostly to go back to their homes and families. The narrator is very careful to point out that most of Hezbollah is very young as well, “…age 18-27″, says one Israeli seargant.
The film continues after the cease fire; the narrator follows a shopkeeper back to his family; and a medic back to a life in which he wonders why he didn’t die, and other people who trained with him did.
This is an amazing film; Israel is portrayed in some parts of the American media as being an incredibly warlike society. What seems to be the truth, though, is that their soldiers, are just as young and just as subject to incomprehensible orders from higher ups as ours, and their battles may be just as pointless.
If you watch this, you’ll never really think the same way about fighting in Israel again.
]]>Yuri had often enjoyed war movies, but this was something altogether unreal when he found himself serving as real live armament officer. It was considered bad luck to film and one young man sternly shooed him away. Men felt they were nothing but “exposed targets” as the Hezbollah aimed their Katyusha rockets at them. The “beautiful northern region” had turned into a hell, but a mere two hours away in Yuri’s hometown there seemed to be nothing amiss. A woman’s voice cried out over the radio, “This is a very harsh sight . . . I have no words.” Hadas Shtaif’s voice soon became synonymous with the war. She cried at night for her son who was also serving. The chaos increased, the men felt betrayed and duped. They were being jerked around. They were crossing into Lebanon . . . they were being used. “Trach, trach, trach . . . ” the missiles continued to pummel them. When would the horror end? Who would make it out alive? Would these young men ever be the same?
This was a stunning, sobering documentary about the Second Lebanon War, sometimes known as the Israel-Hezbollah War. Yuri encounters and films many men during and after the conflict. The voices of these men are haunting, a haunting that did not stop with the cease-fire. The men themselves examine their lives and participation in the war. There are several that stand out and made me swallow and pause to think a few times. The commander, the man who lost his “favorite cousin,” and those who felt betrayed all had poignant stories to tell. Their voices are in Hebrew (subtitled), but the narration is in English. I had no problem or difficulty following. This film about an “unnecessary war” is mesmerizing, simply mesmerizing and there are few words to impart how stunning and important this documentary truly is.
DVD received courtesy of 921 films in exchange for an honest review.
]]>Look at the passages that stick in my mind – either from Mozer’s voice-over or from his protagonists:
“There’s no trust. The commands are crazy. Next time no one will come.”
“We are fighting against ghosts.”
“Life has lost order and direction. I have lost interest.”
“When people hear the truth, they wake up. The right people better wake up.”
It’s this type of comment that Mozer elicits without prompting from his colleagues. I’ve read many an analysis and spin trying to convince readers how “Israel won the war.” But here we have it much differently from those in the battle. No amount of spin can counteract the plain truths that Mozer’s camera unveils here.
Hats off to the soldiers willing speak here for the record (notably Reuven Saadon, Guy Shaked, Idan Taler, Aharon Yechezkel)…and to Mozer’s commanders (foremost Ilan Levi), who allowed him to tote his camera everywhere. He appears to have been given unfettered access. If any censorship was applied by the military command, it doesn’t appear to be much. While it’s a damning indictment of the execution of the war, whose ultimate failure was preordained by the soldiers here, it’s a testament to Israeli’s democracy that this film was produced and released.
I’m very much into Israeli cinema, so ‘My First War’ was a special treat for me. I can see parallels here to Waltz With Bashir (war, memory of war and Lebanon), Beaufort (the purgatory of Southern Lebanon) and The Bubble (a different life back in Tel Aviv while war rages a few miles to the North)..those are three that came to mind off the top of my head while watching this film.
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