Another movie which echoed in me because of the temporal contiguity with another, here "Waltz with Bachir". Mostly I considered "Shiva" as just another story about a tortuous (thus totally normal...) family. The particular context of the Jew tradition of "Shiva" was just for me the necessary spark to start the family fight, and it could have been Christmas as well, as in "Un conte de Noël" for example; the tensions and their origins would be quite similar (siblings jealousy and trahison, and other delicacies on the same mode). But the first scene was another story. The characters were at a funeral, burying their relative, when an war alarm resounded. And then they just put gas masks and went on with the funeral. The incongruity of this gas-masked funeral added to the vision of "Waltz with Bachir" the night before left me with this absolute feeling that nobody, today in the XXI° century, should live under bomb threats, whichever is your nationality, your religion, your color, as much as nobody should go to war on behalf of his/her country.
Review of Shiva
