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Director's Statement
BEYOND THE MOUNTAINS AND HILLS is a film about guilt, about living in the shadow of guilt — a guilt with no name or explicit reason, which rises out of the ground like fine mist.
It is a film whose heroes, like characters in a cartoon, keep walking on thin air long after they have gone over the cliff’s edge, entirely dependent on the consoling power of not knowing, of a willful blindness. It is a film about good people living in a bad reality, a reality which allows only the roles of the victim or the executioner. It is a story that tries to question the meaning of the decisions made within this reality.
I love and hate the place where I was born and live. As the years pass by, I accept this confliction as a given, neither good nor bad. This is the only reality I have. “This is the... blossomest blossom that ever could be”, said Dennis Potter in his final interview before his death. I would like, if possible, to direct a non-judgmental gaze at my reality, the terrain where I live, as it is, in the here and now — rocky hills, an uninhabited village, a home within a home (to quote an old Israeli folk song). A mall. Neon lights. A fence. I want to tell a story about the wounded, bleeding ground I live on. I want to speak about Israel.