Last night, Israel Time, I went with a group of veteran (as old as I am, I was the youngest) activist friends, to see Home Game, the movie about the Gush Katif Basketball tournament.
We were turned away, allegedly because there were no available seats. My friends had been told that there was no need to reserve places in advance:
"Just get there 10 minutes early."
After some of us insisted they let us watch:
"We'll even just stand."
"There won't be room. I can screen it again at 10pm."
I left on my trek home, as did another couple. I shouldn't have been such a wimp. Here's what happened:
You wont believe this but we did all five of us get in with seats! The officious little man let us in to pay later and "move if anyone came" and nobody did. I am so sorry I didn't insist on booking. It is a very very disturbing film on many levels with absolutely idyllically beautiful youngsters as the narrators – articulate, Hollywood beautiful wonderful teens – even the hand held cameras made it moving – the rest of the people were amazing too – the absolute best of the best that Israel can produce –
Try to see it if you can. Try harder than I did, please.