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Charles Bramesco

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It Must Be Heaven – first look review

Palestinian filmmaker Elia Suleiman hits the road, but home follows close behind.

“Nazareth” and “I am Palestinian” are the only words spoken aloud by ES, the Buster Keaton-ish alter ego portrayed by writer-director Elia Suleiman in his latest film It Must Be Heaven, and they’re not chosen idly. Like Jesus Christ – another guy with big ideas and a humble way of expressing them through parable – he calls that region home, responding to an inquiry from a cabbie elated to be hosting a foreigner in his car.

Suleiman is an exotic creature in New York, where this conversation takes place, a stranger in the latest in a series of increasingly strange lands. But no matter how far he travels, he’s never that far from where he started. Hostility, senselessness, and discord appear wherever someone knows enough to notice them.

After playing the Israeli occupation for laughs in The Time That Remains 10 years ago, the filmmaker returns to Cannes, and his new gem of deadpan critique doubles as an explanation for the protracted wait. Fed up with his lemon-thieving neighbour and the domestic unrest his pilfering represents, ES sets out to see the world beyond Palestine, taking stymied meetings along the way with production houses in Paris and the Big Apple.

One of the funniest lines comes from Gael García Bernal as himself, introducing ES to his American contact as a Palestinian filmmaker, then hastily adding “he makes comedies!” Suleiman knows he’s a tough sell, and he’s willing to have a self-reflexive laugh at his own expense.

Such affably self-effacing meta-commentary blankets the film, skewering the very notion of a standard-bearing national artist by revealing how tenuous geographic borderlines can be. Nobody takes Suleiman less seriously than he does. He notes local eccentricities – in the United States, kids and moms grocery shop strapped up with AR-15s, and in Paris, everyone on the street happens to be fashion-mag gorgeous – while at the same time being unable to deny a fundamental sameness on a global scale.

Like so many wanderers before him, he discovers that home is a state of mind not so easily escaped. He can put thousands of miles between himself and the cradle of civilisation, but his thousand-yard stare of resigned bemusement stays the same.

In a collection of largely silent comic sketches (think Roy Andersson, with the existential despair shifted into a politicised register), droll parallels arise between the Middle East and parts abroad. An elaborately choreographed hoverboard routine separates the police in France from the gruff cops back in the cradle of civilisation.

Apart from that, though, they’re both thugs roughing up anyone unfortunate enough to make eye contact. Authority figures act the same, no matter the setting, because authority makes a-holes of us all. A lowly TSA agent has a minor power trip profiling and diligently scanning ES, until our man snatches his wand for a show of CGI-assisted rebellion.

Suleiman and his double ultimately go back where they belong, having learned to think of Palestine that way, and that that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. For an auteur steeped in unease and discomfort, who sees life as filled with annoyances flitting about like sparrows, this conclusion comes as a rewarding departure from the norm.

In the end, however, he has no choice but to be himself. Just as he brings his heritage with him wherever he goes, so too does he carry his creative point-of-view. Whether here or there, injustice is injustice and a Suleiman movie is a Suleiman movie. As if we’d have it any other way.

Published 26 May 2019

Tags: Cannes Elia Suleiman Gael García Bernal

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