The Voice of Hind Rajab

Not unlike many tasteless, disjointed and aimless recent titles -- now I can only remember Son of Saul and Capernaum, but there's plenty of these coming out of film festivals every two years -- that treat real-life tragedy as a shield for flat-out uninspired both filmmaking and ethical choices, turning a deeply painful story into some sort of angry, tear-jerker and, of course, well-intended spectacle. Mildly redeemed by heart-wrenching performances, but definitely doesn't help the fact that its mise-en-scène tries too hard and repeatedly to mirror the viewers' experience as spectators of genocide -- guess I get the point, but it belongs to a totally different narrative -- and the terrible use of recordings to place us 'inside the tragedy, as if we could be really there and feel what they (Rajab and the Red Crescent workers) are experiencing'. Free Palestine, always and forever.