The bus sets off again. It leaves 8 little men on the ground, all dressed in the same way, wearing light blue suits and official hats. Each one has placed a trolley and a case next to their feet. Eight different cases, some as large as a cello, some as small as a flute. And that's what the eight cases actually contain: cellos, trumpets, clarinets, flutes. Because the 8 little men all dressed the same are the musical band of the Alexandria Police in Egypt, not Casal Palocco. They have a concert the next day in Bet Hatikva, an important concert, a meeting point between Muslim Egypt and Israel . There is no one waiting for them though, why? And what is this desert, this ghost town? Wait, Bet Hatikva... oh god, do you want to see that it was Petah Tikva? The buses that pass through Bet Hatikva and take you to Petah Tikva are limited, indeed, let's say that there is only one, or rather, let's say that there is IT WAS only one, the one they just got off of. All that remains is to spend the night in this desert, in this ghost town. All that remains is to spend it at the home of some Israeli with a heart of gold. Very sweet, tender, measured, profound film with, among other things, a cast of an extraordinary level, above all the actor who plays the General (a sort of our Tirabassi who is 20 years older) and the beautiful Israeli woman. The register is almost that of a comedy, a comedy intended a bit like Kusturica to understand each other. The film does not have the presumption of telling the Israeli question through the metaphor of a small affair. Anyone who sees this in La Banda is wrong, and very wrong. Because this little film only tells of microscopic emotional dynamics, it tells of sadness and happiness, of love and memory, of guilt and hope. It tells how humanity sometimes, even in the face of religious differencesRead all
A small Egyptian police band travels to Israel to play at the inaugural ceremony of an Arab arts center, only to find themselves stuck in the wrong town.