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RELENTLESS (2003) Plato said the truth
should be spoken plainly. It needs no fancying up or aggrandizing because
it conveys on its own the weight and severity of the content. The truth,
in other words, speaks for itself. But would we recognize the truth when
we saw it? Appreciate it if we heard it?
After a while all this believing
becomes a burden as the rhetoric builds up like bubbling magma inside the
volcano of our dignity and we despise being told what to think and despise
being constantly pulled in any direction the rhetoreticians decide is
best, and eventually we erupt. The skeptics are born. We believe
nothing. The truth may be out there, but you sure as hell don’t know it.
At least not yet. Maybe the
truth will come out in ten years, or twenty, or never – but I just
can’t believe in you anymore. You have lead me astray too many times.
This represents the reluctant attitude of people who still have the
courage to care in 2003. So the skeptic in me was on full alert
the other night at the world theatrical premiere of Relentless, a
documentary film brought to you by Discovery Productions and
HonestReporting.com. Plato has taught me that the name
“HonestReporting” reeks of rhetoric. Only individuals who are
dishonest would need to represent themselves so blatantly as honest. I
volley questions like: “What intention might you be hiding?” and
“You’re so busy trying to keep other reporters honest - who’s
checking up on you”? Can you imagine the infinite conundrum created by
organizations, each claiming to be the one that keeps all the others
honest? Again, who are we to consider the peremptorily honest?
I must begin by stating that, without
a doubt, the film has one message and this message is the entire purpose
of the film: Israel has done everything in its power for peace. The
Palestinians have done nothing for peace. They by no means want peace with
Israel. They would kill us all if they had a chance and if things continue
to go unchecked, they will get this chance. It was unreservedly, the most frightening hour I have spent to
memory. For fifty six minutes I couldn’t help but believe every
earth-shattering word. Was it the clear representations of truths or the
smooth finesse of rhetoric that had the power to mesmerize the audience?
Of course it is a combination of both. However, Relentless does not rely
(heavily) on telling us information in a convincing way – it allows the
smoking gun to manifest itself before our eyes. Unless you want to go to
the conspiracy theory level of skepticism and claim that the subtitles are
inaccurate or the video has been doctored, it will be difficult to reject
plain, visual proof. Not truth or rhetoric, but evidence and facts. There are three formulations of
victim-hood at play in Relentless, each more distasteful than the next.
The first is the most superficial, commonplace, and obvious, and it is
supplied by the filmmakers. Jews are victims. Victims of naiveté and
senseless (extremist-religious) hate and wasted optimism. The second is,
as mentioned earlier, victims of rhetoric in the audience who are duped by
the bright screen, shiny graphics, and sincere narration. They watch
without thinking of bigger pictures and larger issues. Finally, there is
the most dangerous and undetectable victim - the victim of the voice
inside that says “Be a skeptic till the end. Never believe. Things are
bad, but not as bad as they want you to believe. They are just trying to
get you angry for their own selfish purposes.” Dangerous, because it
blinds us to the lesson history has continuously taught. Difficult to
detect, because it has become our nature – it is our own familiar voice
whispering these words. Sometimes even impossible to detect, because the
victimization takes hold cunningly in that we are told not to become
victims of rhetoric, only to fall prey to an entirely different denial of
truth. It has become our defense mechanism, maintaining our precarious
sanity in a world that has told us on many occasions that perhaps we had
better live somewhere else. To keep these areas of awareness at
the forefront of our minds while watching the film is to experience
Relentless intelligently and productively. You will need to master all your
faculties to get through the film without crumbling into a shivering heap
of self-pity with near-maddening thoughts of despair and rage. Over and
over again in our tender neshamas, “The horror…The horror” – it
truly is a film that uses projected light to fill the screen with
overwhelming darkness. It is a film that makes you want to act (perhaps
their goal), but unfortunately, it presents a picture so uncompromisingly
bleak, that all actions seem futile. Relentless is not only a title
describing, as intended, the quantity of terror inflicted upon Israel by
the Arab world, but it also, presumably unintentionally, reflects the way
the film weighs upon our spirits. It is a relentless attack on our hope
for peace. The film begins, so as not to be
called propaganda (although of course it necessarily is), by evenhandedly
stating that the conflict in the Middle East has caused suffering to both
sides, Jew and Arab. Shortly after, we receive a brief and simplified
history lesson taking us from 1948 through the capturing of Jerusalem and
the territories during the Six Day War. We are shown that the Arab world
has not accepted our little country from the beginning and have committed
terror attacks and open war since day one. The bulk of the movie concentrates on the Oslo Agreement (people
in the theatre began booing at the mere mention of this fiasco) and takes
us on a step by step journey, listing what the agreement consisted of on
both sides, how Israel fulfilled her commitments, and how the Palestinian
Authority has not fulfilled any. The look of the movie is a cross
between MTV style in your face editing, Frontline reporting, and
Bar-Mitzvah caliber camera work (most of the film, however, is archival
footage). Overall, credit must be given to the filmmakers for creating a
film that is sharp and well thought out as far as its mission is
concerned. Relentless does not appear cheaply made as one might expect.
Its greatest asset is the resources tapped to present footage that
normally does not make it to the public. It is the type of visual
documentation that makes us sigh, “Why doesn’t the world seem to
understand this”? You’ll think, “Oh, this is great. We have this
footage. Just show it on CNN or something and the whole world will watch
and see and know – and it will all be over with.” So why is that never
the case? Somehow blindness became (or has always been) the most prevalent
disease infecting mankind – and not only in the case of radical Muslim
terror, but in so many sensitive areas. It almost makes you think we are
struggling as if in a dream world where the resolution is always out of
reach. We can only raise our eyes to the heavens and ask and wonder and
speculate. Victims. Arafat, a focal point of the movie, is
a figure unambiguously revealed as a two-faced mercenary. The world has
woken up to this fact recently but the clever presentation constructed by
Relentless, with a number of segments straight from Palestinian
television, will have you dumbfounded with the extent of his brazenness.
You will watch him on American television appearing like a deer caught in
the headlights, fraught with sympathy and confusion, denouncing violence
– then, on Palestinian TV, the same man is animated and emotional and
focused – waving his fist as he praises
martyrs and calls for jihad. Rounding out the repulsiveness is an
interview with the mother of a young boy who was murdered by Palestinians
while hiking, dreadful images of a girl who was terribly burned in a
firebombing, and actual footage of an Arab museum dedicated to reliving
and praising the suicide attack on the Sbarros restaurant in Jerusalem.
The recreation of this “tragedy” includes bloody limbs hanging from
stools and off of tables and half eaten pizza crusts. We watch the patrons
stroll through, some laughing. And your heart fills with hate. Relentless
begs you to get angry. Is that constructive? I don’t
know…it’s hate and fear and petrifying awe mixed together in some
numbing, stomach churning single emotion that makes you want to…to give
up, or savagely kill them all, or shake some sense into them. Who’s
“them”? Who’s our enemy? No one individual in particular. Everyone.
The film doesn’t really say. We are left emotional and physical wrecks
but without a specified recourse. The trouble with defining the
“enemy” based on the film is that one segment is entirely dedicated to
education and the development of Arab and Palestinian youth. What are we supposed to feel when we
see tiny children reciting anthems of destruction and terror? Can a three
year old girl be my enemy? These kindergarteners “want” (or are
programmed to want) to kill all Jews and erase Israel from existence.
Footage from so-called relief organization funded summer camps are shown
to be training camps where ten year old boys practice combat fighting and
jump through hoops of fire. We learn that the school text books do not
mention Israel at all and maps display the entire country as a Palestinian
domain. Should we pity these young impressionable children who are bred as
single minded weapons of destruction? The children will not pity you or
your child when committing jihad. These are impossible questions. Answers,
please? Relentless suggests and affectively
backs up horrifying claims and leaves us dismayed and broken. Whether we
pick up the shattered pieces or just stare blankly at the floor is
entirely up to us. ---------------------------------------------------- Reader Comments From Audra Hochster
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