Not entirely sure if I should approach this as more a political story or a personal one. I don’t think it comes to any conclusions about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, other than to observe the difficulty of living under someone else’s thumb, though the ending — which felt abrupt but I might admire more over time — might represent the inevitable result of the cycles of violence and mistrust.

Looking at the surface of it, the story of a man fighting the Israelis and then strong-armed into turning against his friends drifts a bit too far into melodrama — the betrayals, counter-betrayals, and secrets pile up — but I appreciated its view of how leveraging the human frailities of desperate men can lead to violence that spins out of control in ways the threaten the innocent and guilty alike.