A cinematic journey into the world of Yona Wallach, an Israeli poet whose radical life and poetry ended with her death at an early age, leaving behind a myth, a trail of mystery and a throng of admirers. More than 25 years after her death, tapes from her last interview were discovered. In these tapes, Wallach confesses her attraction to madness, her experiments with drugs, her relationship with God, and the dangers she saw in writing. The film weaves her testimony with interviews and rare archival footage, her poems and evocative animation, together reviving Wallach’s thoughts, poetic images, and visions.
Directed, written and produced by Yair Qedar. Design & Animation: Jewboy. Editor: Yael Bedarshi. Music: Uri Kinrot. Theme song: Karolina. Sound design: Aviv Aldema. Online editor: Yoaz Raz. Photography: Oded Kirma, Itchik Portal, Oded Cohen, and Shark de Mayo. Supporters: the Israel Film Service, Channel 8, the Rabinowitz Foundation for the Arts. The official selection at the Jerusalem Film Festival in 2012, winner of best film for 2012 and best soundtrack at the Israeli documentary film competition in 2012. ISRAEL 2012 56 minutes. Hebrew, English, Greek. Subtitles: Hebrew, English, Greek.
Wild and mesmerizing vision, said by whom? / Outstanding, Agi Mishol Continue to correct quotes so they’d consistent with the format in other pages.// Dana Olmert: “A huge achievement” // Yoni Binert, Leisure Plus: “An amazing and unique documentary” // Gili Izkowitz, Haaretz: “A beautiful aesthetic solution” // Timeout Tel Aviv: “An act of art” // Portfolio blog: “Go see!” // Shmulik Duvdevani, YNET: “Beautiful and exciting” // City mouse: “deserves all praise… important contribution” // Mia Sela, Haaretz: “Arousing, exciting, updated work” // Shlomo Netiv, Israel Post: “Worth seeing “
Yonatan: I run on the bridge/ and the children after me/ Jonathan/ Jonathan they call/ a little blood/ just a little blood to top off the honey/ I agree to the pierce of a tack/ but the children want and they are children/ and I am Jonathan/ They lop off my head with a gladiola/ stalk and gather my head/ with two gladiola stalks and wrap/ my head in rustling paper/ Jonathan/ Jonathan they say/ forgive us really/ we didn’t imagine you were like that.