I just watched Pink Floyd's The Wall.
Wisely, I waited for when I was alone. This film was so intense even the MGM Lion shook me a little. I started weeping like a maniac when the first song began. I cried like a maniac whenever they spoke of WWII, I screamed in terror and cried throughout the film. I was surprised the neighbours said nothing.
I was truly surprised I reacted this way when I saw it, despite seeming to having grown comfortably numb to IDF soldiers' deaths, to other people's pains... I reacted even more powerfully than when I first saw the few clips with the terrible narration (courtesy of the Ministry of Education). Maybe it was because I glorified it so much that it became so astounding to me (which, in light of the Lion's ability to shake me, is reasonable; but also because the acoustics might've been appropriate for it).
I knew all along I had to watch this film, because it would be very important for me. I was right; this ostraninye was just what I needed. I needed this perspective.
...But to be honest, I'm just soooo sick and tired of this place. I've become used to all the killing, the deaths, the threat of Fascism by the religious fanatics... And to be honest, after a while, I didn't cry that loudly.
Maybe I think I need to look at things from the outside to really understand them. What do you think?
(The title, by the way, is because I nearly became dehydrated after crying my eyes out half the film.)
Unrelated news: Israel just had a very successful operation, Oferet Yetsuka (Casted Led, named after a line from a children Khanuka song). Many terrorists dead, many rocket launchers destroyed, no civilians dead (according to my friend Nick). Someone told me they immediately bombed a family's home after the attack, and I said, 'And that's different than what they've done so far?'
I'm happy the operation went right. At last, they did something properly. The rockets were drawing nearer and nearer to the centre, which means I could've been at mortal risk as well. But still... soldiers died. Aye, it is different, because they volunteered to be in these units (I think it's different... Isn't it?), much fewer people died, the threat was not nearly as big, an alternative might've been possible... But still, the film is already getting to me.
I wonder how many of these soldiers' sons will be walking around parks and asking strangers to act as fathers to them. But in Israel, it's more likely they'll go boasting about their dead brother everywhere.
Unum diem...
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