Should I be eating popcorn?
The October 8 movie experience
Yesterday evening, I was privileged to see a screening of October 8.
Everything you have probably heard or read about it is accurate. It is an excellent documentary that does an exceptional job distilling so much of what we have collectively experienced over the last 18 months, into just 100 minutes. Walking out, my brother and I remarked to each other how it could easily have been a six-to-ten-part Netflix series, with each episode expanding on one of the themes explored in the movie, as there has just been so much that has transpired in the last 542 days: antisemitism on campus, ignoring the plight of the hostages/tearing down posters, the silence of UN Women, the silence of Hollywood, the DEI hypocrisy, foreign funding of encampment movements, and Hamas/Muslim Brotherhood efforts to embed themselves in American culture. This doesn’t even mention what actually happened on 10/7 itself.
Nevertheless, in the relatively short run time, so much ground was covered, and we were also privileged to hear from the director, Wendy Sachs, who has done God’s work putting this documentary together and getting it out.
The documentary features many names who have become a part of our daily lives - Richie Torres, Bari Weiss, Dan Senor, Michael Rapaport, Noa Tishby, et al - and takes the audience through the aftermath of the 10/7 attacks in Israel. As the poster notes, it focuses on the fight for the soul of America (not Canada), and undertakes the heroic deed of documenting the post-10/7 lives of some incredibly brave college students who have fought on the front lines on a war for civilization on American soil: Noa Fay, Talia Khan, and Tessa Veksler, among others. I went through some crazy stuff on campus 20 years ago at York University, but simply cannot fathom what these heroic Jewish students are facing today, all while trying to simply get an education.
All that being said, I highly recommend it. You should go see it too.
You don’t think I’m going to leave it at that though, do you?
Though the movie itself was well done, it was the overall experience that left me…I don’t know the right word…unsettled? Uncomfortable?
This is what I mean: there wasn’t one part of the event that was normal. It was all just…weird.
I shlepped all the way from Thornhill Woods to Midtown Toronto to take part in what has become, in some parts, the post-10/7 spectacle. A night out, a place where I’ve often gone to see a movie after a nice dinner and a drink. I walked into the theatre, and immediately grew resentful of the other non-October-8-documentary-moviegoers who were there seeing something else. I walked past people coming out of other movies - A Working Man, Death of a Unicorn, Captain America - whereas I was going to see a movie about the nightmare that has been our collective lives for the last 534 days. For these others, their Sunday evening was a night of escapism. For us, it was a night of entrance-ism? We were there to go into the horror of the last year and a half. That started all that time ago with the worst massacre of our people since the Holocaust, that we have been living every day, unable to dispel from our minds, our thoughts, our hearts. I thought: why must I live the burdened life of a Jew, saddled with the heartache of this moment, while my fellow citizens spend a Sunday evening at the movies, laughing, enjoying their snacks?
I sat down and, with the popcorn provided by the event hosts, began to munch away. I love popcorn, and it is synonymous with any movie-going experience. The lights went down, the movie started, and my hand instinctively went to the popcorn bag. It took only about three minutes - when a highlight-reel of 10/7 footage, footage from the actual day of the attack, flashed across the screen - when I realized that it was just so wrong? Weird? Inappropriate? To be eating popcorn at that moment. Here was a brief video of Shiri Bibas holding Kfir and Ariel, being escorted to their deaths by Hamas militants, and I could just taste the buttery-saltiness of popcorn on my lips. The videos of Hamas gunmen roaming the streets of Israeli towns shooting at cars driving past, of young Israelis running through the Reim field trying to escape the carnage, of demonic paragliders slicing through Israeli airspace to kill Jews. I stopped, and put the popcorn down. How could I eat popcorn while watching a montage of a video depicting the massacre of my people? In 1944, did North Americans go watch movies about the Holocaust with a greasy bag of popcorn in their laps. I hope not.
Only the first seven minutes of the documentary detail the actual events of 10/7. The rest is about the days since, but the weird taste in my mouth (not the popcorn) remained. How were we sitting there watching a movie about the modern-day plight of our people, popcorn in hand? How is this normal, and how acclimated have we become over the last 18 months to a situation so utterly abnormal? And yes, if you’re wondering, I picked up and kept eating my popcorn. My I’m-Jewish-don’t-waste-food identity kicked into high gear, along with the emotions.
Above, I used the word “spectacle” to refer to much of the post-10/7 environment here at home. It is something I struggle with a lot, and I have a hard time writing about it because I don’t want to sound judgmental, preachy, or hypocritical. I may come off as all three today, but I don’t intend to. Here at home, there is a culture that has now grown around 10/7 and the aftermath (to the extent that there is definable aftermath, as it is still very much ongoing). It is this culture where we wake up in the morning, put on our dog tags or yellow ribbons, go on Sundays to the rallies, attend these events (often, with cocktail or hors d’oeuvre in hand), and pay homage to the soldiers or hostages, and then move on to the next…thing. It is not that we don’t have them in our hearts and minds all the time, and we are certainly well-intentioned, but it is just weird, and I don’t know the way around it. “Did you get tickets to the October 8 movie?” “Are you going to the Nova exhibit?” “Are you going to Douglas Murray?” “(Insert group name here) is having (insert name of influencer here) tomorrow evening - are you going??” I have these conversations more frequently than I’d like, and yes, I try to get tickets to it all!
Events like these, and documentaries like these, are important. We need to know what is going on. We need to be constantly reminded. We need to be up to date, which is why the podcasts and newspaper articles and yes, even the exceptional posts found at Catch are necessary. And everyone going to, and organizing these events are well intentioned, and doing important - crazy important - work. No question.
But there is just something…uncomfortable…when we take a step back and realize some of the ways that we are going about engaging with the post-10/7 events. There are the tshirts, the swag, the books and book clubs, the jewellery, and the things we all must do - whether we feel like we must do it or not - and it is all just, well, overwhelming, and something I’ve been thinking about a lot.
These thoughts are all probably an extension of a discomfort I felt when I was in Israel a few weeks ago. I visited the sites around the Gaza Envelope as a tourist myself, but found it difficult to fathom that these sites had become tourist attractions. The Nova Massacre site is now, I understand, the most visited place in Israel, and yes this is so important. The families of the victims themselves have set up memorials to their children, brothers, sisters, parents, so that people can come and properly pay their respects, and remember the dead. But it is nevertheless strange that tour buses pull into the parking lot constantly, with tourists hopping on and off, when we still don’t know the full extent of what happened there. When people kidnapped are still in Gaza - and we don’t know if they are dead or alive. When their DNA still stains the dust on the ground where we walk. It is different than visiting the Auschwitz Museum. It is still…alive. And though the vast majority of those who come to visit these sites filled with Jewish blood are doing so with the best of intentions, there are others who are there to fill their Instagram feeds, who smile when they take their selfie, and who display a strange cognitive dissonance either on account of ignorance or habit. I’m not sure (I warned you about the judginess).
As you can no doubt tell, I’m confused. And honestly, I hope you are too. No one should be comfortable with anything happening today. The post-10/7 story has still not been written, and even the best prognosticators cannot tell us if we are in the beginning, middle, or end of the days after 10/7. I’m sure there is also a excellent rebuttal somewhere out there to what I am writing, and I’d be happy to publish it tomorrow if someone wants to write it. I hope you do. I just feel though that if I’m feeling it, others may too. It is important to find support at times like these.
Go, but…
The only criticism I have of the documentary is the effort to end on a high note. Yes, that’s a thing we all like to see. We want things to end on a positive note, on something hopeful, and the movie ends with a note about the fact that we have found non-Jewish allies (thank God for Ritchie Torres, Douglas Murray, and Mosab Hassan Yousef), and that all is not yet lost on campus. But let’s face it: things are pretty grim at the moment, regardless of who is in the White House, how defeated Hamas may be, or whatever other positive strides we may feel have been taken in the past few months. 59 hostages remain in captivity, the war is still raging, the future is terribly unclear. That’s not to say I would have ended the movie any differently, but let’s not kid ourselves: 542 days ago, the doors opened to a dark new world.
But in an effort to end on a productive note myself, this is how I will end this tragic post: Go see the movie when it comes out, but don’t go see it with your spouse or partner or sibling or best friend. Go see it with someone who would otherwise not go see it: An unengaged member of the Jewish community. A non-Jew. A colleague from the cubicle/office over from you. Someone who needs to learn something. Someone who would benefit from a reminder of what the Jewish community in the Diaspora has gone through over the past 18 months. Buy them a ticket. Hell, even buy them a bucket of popcorn and a Coke Zero. But take them to see it. They need to see it. Not you.
Documentaries like this are important as they preserve a memory and maintain an historical record, but they can only really make an impact outside of our echo chamber. We are not allowed to criticize others for choosing to see Captain America instead of October 8, but we can buy them a ticket, ask them to come along, and have a coffee with them afterwards to debrief, answer their questions, and thank them for spending the night sharing in our grief with us.
Hi Adam,
Yes, I definitely recognize those uncomfortable feelings you’ve described so well. When volunteering in Israel last March, I specifically chose to NOT visit the sites of the October 7th massacres as I feared feeling like a gawker being entertained by tragedy.
I feel differently now and your article pressed me to parse out which events I attend and why.
1. To Bear Witness:
Last weekend I attended the film “We Will Dance Again” at the Hamilton Film Festival. The entire audience sat in horror as we listened to stories of the survivors and BORE WITNESS to the incomprehensible terror and suffering endured by the victims as filmed by the murderers and documented by rescuers who arrived, albeit too late. At the end of the film, not a single person clapped, as was appropriate. We were NOT there to be entertained. Our collective attitude became apparent after the film ended while standing in line in the ladies washroom. A young woman was crying inconsolably. A friend of hers was murdered at the Nova Music Festival. “Now I see the horrors she saw before she died” the young woman sobbed.
2. To Learn, to Support and to be Inspired by Courageous Jewish and Allied Leaders
A few weeks ago I had the immense privilege to hear Natasha Hausdorff, the young British barrister who, along with Douglas Murray, spoke so brilliantly at the Monk Debate last year. We were awed by Natasha’s ability to refute false claims of genocide, apartheid, colonialism and racism against Israel, using her knowledge of international law combined with her poise and verbal acumen. Natasha was asked how she maintains the courage and strength to stand up for Israel in the face of ceaseless hostility, threats and outrageously lying opponents. Her response? She is energized by us, her supporters, as we come to listen to what she says and to show our appreciation for what she does.
Our non-Jewish allies need and deserve our support, especially if they are or were Muslim as they face even greater personal danger. I listen to their voices and try to attend their events. Next week I look forward to listening to Rowan Osman , the Syrian-Lebanese founder of ‘Arabs Ask’ who overcame antisemitic indoctrination to become a peace activist. Last year I attended a memorial for an outspoken young Iranian singer who was tortured and murdered in Iran. A Muslim woman sitting beside me confided that she does not tell her husband when she attends such events as he fears for her safety - in Canada!
3. To Show Support for Israel and Pride in My Jewish Heritage
Every time I participate in the weekly Rally for Israel and the Hostages Sunday afternoons at Bathurst and Sheppard in Toronto, I feel energized by the positivity and joy that surrounds me. We laugh at the pathetic lies and slurs hurled at us from the small group of Hamas supporters across the street. We wave our Canadian, Israeli, IDF and pre-1989 Iranian flags, dance to upbeat Israeli music, listen to guest speakers who come to demonstrate their support, pray for the lives of the hostages and the IDF heroes who defend Israel and proudly sing ‘Oh Canada’ and ‘Ha Tikvah’.
Adam, I do not eat popcorn at these events, but I don’t blame you. Conditioning is a powerful reflex. But popcorn eating could turn such events into entertainment rather than active engagement, so I don’t recommend it!