"Open the door, you ass"
A modern philosopher once spoke of the impossibility of taking up a location outside of certain mechanisms, a vantage point from which the spectre in question might be named. The philosopher was Theodor W. Adorno, who may have overlooked the possibilities of cinema.
The film character Elia Suleiman takes a position outside of the mechanisms he is dealing with. He has left them behind. One suspects that he used to be part of these inner workings. But they spat him out, so to speak, so now he can only observe things from the outside.
It is possible to stage such events cinematically. Elia Suleiman is in the film. He even has a pronounced visual presence in it. And yet he is also remote from what is going on, on the outside. He doesn't speak. He only listens to what others are saying. He seems to hear what has been said. Whether he wants to hear it is slightly doubtful.
So it is impossible for Elia Suleiman, the silent film character, to call the spectre by its name. The director Elia Suleiman instead takes on this role. Which brings us to the movie as a whole.
The gradual fading of Palestine
The spectre is the gradual fading of Palestine, its disappearance from the firm ground of hard facts. In this respect, the director has created a sequel to his first work from 1996 – "Chronicle of a Disappearance".
At the beginning a priest with a magnificent beard, in an even more magnificent robe, carrying a staff and followed by a solemnly singing congregation, goes to stand in front of the church. It must be Christmas or Easter. The ritual requires that the church door be unlocked from the inside and opened – as if by an invisible hand – so that the community of the faithful can enter. That doesn't happen, however. Those who are supposed to open the door from the inside refuse to play along. The ritual comes to a halt.
From one moment to the next the priest abandons all solemnity and hisses angrily: "Open the door, you ass." A youthful voice can be heard from the inside. The man of God is told to get stuffed. "I won't open the door." The priest curses and takes the side entrance. Then we hear him beat up the insolent youth in the church.
What follows seems to have nothing to do with this opening scene, except that the location of the action is initially the same. It is probably Nazareth. One short episode chases the next. The formal link is the presence of the increasingly marginalised Elia Suleiman.
A hunter tells him how he shot down a circling eagle that was about to swoop down on a snake. The snake thanked him later. His car had a flat tire, which the snake re-inflated. He saw how it took a deep breath and blew it up again. The expression on the face of Elia Suleiman as he listens does not reveal much; at most that he does not think it completely impossible.
Fighting for the taste of home
An attractive young woman is eating a Palestinian poultry dish on a restaurant terrace. Two men drink whisky in sync, keeping her company. She complains to the host that the sauce is too acidic. He explains that the acid comes from white wine. It's supposed to be like that. The mood tenses over the contradiction between the woman's indignation about the discreet but natural presence of alcohol on her plate and the simultaneous carefree way the men pour hard liquor down their throats.
Elia Suleiman observes it as a solitary restaurant guest. He drinks arak, Palestinian anise liquor diluted with ice. One suspects that he, secretly allied with the host, is fighting in support of good taste, the taste of home.