Vals Im Bashir
- Year:
- 2008
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They stand there, barking.
26 dogs.
I see their mean faces.
They've come to kill.
And they tell my boss Bertold:
"Give us Boaz Rein, or we'll eat
your customers. In 1 minute!"
26 dogs?
- Exactly.
How do you know there
are 26 and not 30?
I'm coming to that.
Well?
- Well what?
Do you check it out?
- What do you think happens?
I wake up!
Exactly.
Since when?
- Two and a half years.
And you call me now, at this hour?
- A**hole!
Don't call me an a**hole.
This dream is coming from somewhere.
I haven't told you everything.
- Like what?
You know, in Lebanon...
What about Lebanon?
At the start of the war,
we went into Lebanese villages
to search for wanted Palestinians.
Yeah, and?
When someone enters a village,
the dogs smell and bark to alert.
Everyone wakes up,
and the fugitives take off.
Someone had to liquidate them.
Otherwise our men would have died.
But why you?
They knew I couldn't shoot a person.
They told me:
"Go ahead and shoot the dogs!"
26 dogs,
Every face, every wound,
the look in their eyes... 26 dogs.
How long before they started
appearing in your dreams?
20 years.
Have you tried anything?
- Like what?
Therapy, a psychiatrist,
Shiatsu, anything...
No, nothing. I called you.
I'm just a filmmaker!
Can't films be therapeutic?
You've dealt with all the issues
in your films, right?
But nothing like this.
No flashbacks from Lebanon?
No. Not really.
Are you sure?
No.
Beirut, Sabra and Shatila?
- What about that?
You were only 100 yards away
from the massacre!
More like 200 or 300 yards.
The truth is
that's not stored in my system.
No flashbacks or dreams?
No, no.
No.
You'll be okay, huh?
You think so?
- Sure.
You're sure?
- Yes. I'll think of something.
Sure?
- Sure.
The meeting with Boaz
took place in winter, 2006.
That night,
for the first time in 20 years,
I had a flashback
of the war in Lebanon.
Not just Lebanon, West Beirut.
Not just Beirut,
but the massacre
at the Sabra and Shatila refugee camps.
What's wrong?
It's 6:
30 in the morning!We all have friends
who are lawyers, doctors, therapists...
Sometimes that friendship costs them.
But you wouldn't
wake your lawyer friend at 6:30!
My lawyer is 10 times cheaper than you!
I just don't understand.
Why Boaz's dream with the dogs?
Why that to jog my memory?
It has nothing to do with me.
Memory is fascinating.
Take this psychological experiment...
Nine were really from their childhood
and one was fake:
Their portrait was pasted
into a fairground they never visited.
Eighty percent recognized themselves...
They recognized the fake photo as real!
Twenty percent couldn't remember.
The researchers asked them again.
The second time, the others said
that they remembered the image.
"Such a wonderful day at the park
with my parents."
They remembered
a completely fabricated experience.
Memory is dynamic. It's alive.
If some details are missing,
memory fills the holes
with things that never happened.
So my vision of the massacre
is like the fake photo?
It never happened?
I invented it? It's not real?
I don't know.
Who was there with you?
Carmi was there.
You know him from school.
And someone else I don't recognize.
So go ask Carmi what he remembers.
- He's in Holland.
He's lived there for 20 years.
Go to Holland and ask him
if it bothers you.
Isn't that dangerous?
Maybe I'll discover things
I don't want to know about myself?
Not at all.
You'll discover important things
that you want to know.
We don't go places
where we really don't want to.
A human mechanism
prevents us from entering dark places.
Memory takes us
where we need to go.
See all that?
Yes.
It's all mine.
All of it?
From those trees to the river.
It all belongs to you?
- Yes, and the house.
It's about 10 acres.
All that just from selling falafel?
- Just from falafel!
Wow!
- Come and see.
How much falafel did you sell?
In the early '90s
I had a small stand in Utrecht.
Health food was in fashion.
The Middle East too...
Falafel is both healthy
and Middle Eastern.
Everyone thought you'd become
a nuclear physicist.
Who did?
I don't know, your family,
my family, our school friends.
They thought that by the age of 40
you'd be nominated for a Nobel Prize.
By 20, that future was over.
Cold?
Cold? I'm freezing!
- Let's go inside.
We have to walk all that way?
It's funny you've showed up now.
Why?
- When you called...
I had just gone out with my son Thomas.
He's seven.
He was playing with a toy gun
"What did you do in the army?
Ever shoot anyone?"
Did you?
- I don't know.
Let's go inside and warm up.
Would you mind if I sketch
you and your son playing in the snow?
No.
Not at all. Draw as much as you like.
I'll fetch him.
It's fine as long as you draw,
but don't film.
As strange as it sounds,
we were transported to war
on a little "Love Boat"
leased by the army or God knows what.
They wanted to mislead the enemy
What do you mean a "Love Boat"?
With jacuzzis and bars?
All of that?
- That's how I imagined it.
just an old commando boat.
For 18 you seemed pretty bright to me.
I never took you for a fighter.
Frankly, it was important to me
for a pretty practical reason.
I felt like everyone else
was screwing like rabbits.
and that I was the only...
How can I put it?
The only nerd good at chess and Math
but with masculinity problems.
So, I had to prove to everyone
that I was the best fighter
and some big hero.
Did you succeed?
Yes, surprisingly enough.
I felt that I was strong and capable.
Then the war started and
they put us on that damned "Love Boat"
Then I...
- You what?
I puked like a pig!
I wondered what the enemy would think.
and fell asleep.
I sleep when I'm scared.
To this day,
I escape into sleep and hallucinate.
Unconscious on the deck,
and take me for the first time,
I saw my best friends
go up in flames before my eyes.
Where?
- On the boat.
I woke up just before we docked.
It's dawn, and we're in a city.
Which city?
- How should I know?
Sidon, I think.
Out of pure fear and anxiety
we start shooting like lunatics.
At whom?
- How do I know?
Then an old Mercedes drives up.
Everyone fires at it like crazy.
Two years of training,
and the fear,
the uncontrollable fear...
Then the silence.
The terrible silence of death.
At daybreak
we could see our destruction,
without knowing where we were.
Lying in the car...
What was in the car?
Why did you come here?
Me? I...
I lost my memory.
In an accident?
- What?
Did you have an accident?
- What do you mean?
In a car or at work?
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