Blues for the Great Vacation

The presentation of the protest (against the prophetic film?) "The Blues for Summer Vacation."

The play is good for me. Music, acting, singing, directing, movement, stage design, scenery and lighting.

From the moment of opening, the "hair" in the air.

The play by the students of "Seminar Hakibbutzim" is the adaptation of the director, Tom Volinitz (thanks!) To the first film by Doron Nesher and Renan Shor , which was written during the War of Peace in the Galilee. The plot deals with many initial beginnings. Relationships, wars, death, and various conflicts.

Out of youthful experiences and a desire to undermine the narrative, conventions and national ethos, the two created a film, "The Blues for Great Freedom . " Blues, sad, sad, sad, about freedom that is not for nothing, called "great." Freedom to choose, freedom to create, freedom of expression, freedom from group and freedom to be different. Blues and fun, for all freedom that may be for him.

I watched the film when it was released in 1987, as a soldier (and not a girl cried to me). The IDF is immersed in Lebanon and the territories, beaten and beaten, and my prime minister Yitzhak Shamir, the former commander of the Lechi, did not submit the other cheek. The film was about the War of Attrition, the one we did not really learn about. This, between the Six Day War, the national dismemberment, the Yom Kippur War, which I remember as a first grader, a bloody trauma that ended in a great victory and the annihilation of the enemy.

We are guests on the continuum and give names to imaginary segments. One war continues, we interrupt wars, operations, rounds and other names from the laundry of words. We interrupt days and years, perhaps so that we can meet, at six, after the war. Maybe to convert anything into a given. number. For example, instead of hurting a family, we will count 15 deaths a month, every month, from the months of the War of Attrition. On average, one kills every two days, including on Saturdays. The statistics work continuously.

Perhaps this play, "The Blues for Summer Vacation," is a protest against the film and its creators, as if calling us to get up, do, change.

The figure in the film is Margo. Mr. Go. Bitter and bitter. He will go to another place after high school, go to Israel, go to Israel, and go to a different place, while Doron Nesher, the writer, studied film, became a film director And many commercials, and lived for years in Los Angeles before he became a returning resident, after writing the screenplay (prophetic?).

Shahar Segal, who played Margo in the film, became a sought after (and expensive) commercial director.

And among the filmmakers Renan Schorr, who avoided directing a film for about three decades and turned to run a film school. Yoav Tzafir, director of Channel 2's entertainment diversion industry.

Perhaps the creators of the play wanted to tell the filmmakers, did you cringe? You have fulfilled the prophecy of the film. And to us, the viewers, the creators of the play call - Get up!

The film "Summer Blues" was perhaps a slight blow to the wing. The play, it seems, wants to be the wing of the butterfly wings, which will contribute to the tsunami. This is the last call to the Aliyah gate ...

A sad day for the Israeli radical left. The left, ridiculed by rightist and fascist brainwashing and still not hit by a tank in Tiananmen Square, was not shot by police in Tahrir Square, did not fire the Champs-Elysées. The Israeli left marches in yellow vests, on the sidewalk, with a non-toxic paint spray, based on water. When he blocks a road for a few minutes, he paints another line in the belt. excitement. Activism.

The radical Israeli left, politically correct. As befits a civilized country.

So for the singing of hope, the audience is asked to wake up

And go out.

Another special thanks to Omri Dagan , a post-trauma survivor of his military service, who was involved in musical management, including the writing of a poem by Gidi Rosenthal , a poet, a student of Nola Chilton, a student who was killed in the Yom Kippur War.

Only 20 years old / Gidi Rosenthal

I did not support falling friends

And I did not hear mothers cry

I could not smell cavities

And I saw no more broken arms

But I lived twenty years

On this earth

It was good, and wanted to continue

Just go on living.

I lie in bed and dream forbidden dreams

how wonderful

I walk among a lot of people on bright streets

how wonderful

I walk through dark streets and sing songs to me

how wonderful

And thinking - I'm only 20, I'm only 20 years old.

If I live to be eighty

I have another sixty years

You can educate twenty great-grandchildren

And build another country

I'm in love, but she does not love me.

how sad

I'm scattered and forget all things

how sad

Just go on living

Some people die when they are young

how sad

And what distresses the depths of my soul

how sad

Look-I'm twenty, I'm twenty

but

If I live to be eighty

I have another sixty years

You can educate twenty great-grandchildren

And build another country.

Some people fall when they are still young

How foolish

Not in bed, but in bullet fire

How foolish

For parents whose lives will be bitter

How foolish

They die when they are only 20, when they are only 20 years old

but I

I did not support falling friends

And I did not hear mothers cry

I could not smell cavities

And I saw no more broken arms

But I lived twenty years

On this earth

It was good, and wanted to continue

Just go on living.