Yousef Srouji's film is short, personal, and powerful, using materials that make up the very fabric of his childhood to probe the seemingly eternal conflict between Israel and Palestine. During the second Intifada in the early 2000s, the home-movies shot by Yousef's parents suddenly become politically charged, turning into unsettling documents of a family's efforts to protect their domestic universe from the ever-tightening noose of outside dangers. Yousef's mother becomes a symbol of the individual torn between, on the one hand, her family obligations and her own physical integrity and, on the other, her desire to document, and, possibly, to participate in the uprising of her people. Despite the pleas of the whole family to remain under shelter, the young woman seems unable to let go of her camera and is drawn irrevocably to the windows of the house, which show signs of bombing. Her relationship with her children, where the role of the documentarist sometimes precedes that of her figure as a mother, is a most provocative aspect of a film that is sadly more topical than ever. (Liri Alienor Chapelan)