A scene from Ajami

Film Review by Michael Fox, Special To The Dayton Jewish Observer

Even by the high standards set by Israeli films in the last few years, Ajami is a knockout. A crackling urban drama shot with unblinking realism and steeped in astringent Middle East irony, Ajami sinks its hooks in the first minute and never lets up.

Written, directed and edited by Scandar Copti (a Palestinian citizen of Israel) and Yaron Shani (a Tel Aviv Jew), Ajami takes its name — and its intersecting plotlines — from the Jaffa neighborhood where Jews and Arabs live in uneasy proximity. Melting pot? Try boiling pot.

The story unfolds from a succession of characters’ perspectives, augmented at times with flashbacks, that grant us entrée to a number of worlds. The kinetic effect of this 21st- century neo-realism, achieved via non-professional actors and handheld cameras, is to experience this seething city at the speed of life.

The movie was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film last year. It begins with a bang, with a child gunned down on the street by a duo on a motorcycle.

This gutless revenge killing turns out to be a case of mistaken identity; the intended target was an innocent Arab teenager who’s been inadvertently thrown into the middle of an Arab-Arab dispute.

So Omar (Shahir Kabaha) appeals to a well-off, well-connected, Christian Arab restaurant owner, Abu Elias (Youssef Sahwani), who arranges a cease-fire with the aggrieved Bedouin gang and a meeting to arrange a settlement. The price is more than Omar can pay, leaving him susceptible to illegal and dangerous schemes to raise the cash.

One of the workers in Abu Elias’ kitchen is a Palestinian, Malek (Ibrahim Frege), who’s even younger and more naïve than Omar. He also has money worries; his mother urgently needs major surgery.

The first hour of Ajami is devoted to the fraught circumstances of these Arab youths, but their motivations and machinations are designed not to keep the drama percolating but to illuminate the hierarchy within the Arab community.

Malek, who is in Israel illegally and has no rights, is at the bottom of the pecking order—illustrative of the callous way in which the wider Arab world views the Palestinians.

In due time, Ajami introduces Jewish characters whose paths collide with the Arabs we’ve already met.

The overriding sensation of the film is imminent and omnipresent violence, though not in the quasi-entertaining, nerve-wracking manner of a Tarantino flick.

Every shooting and stabbing in Ajami is the surface manifestation of the perpetually stressed characters’ churning suspicion and frustration.

The filmmakers employ misdirection with great skill to encourage incorrect first impressions for the viewer to experience what it’s like to be Arab or Jewish in a mistrustful world.

Ajami isn’t interested in violence — that is, the romantic fatalism or macho glamour that most movies offer — but its crushing consequences and the ripples of mania and revenge that ensue.

The source of the tension, the Israeli occupation of the Palestinian territories, is rarely alluded to; Israeli and Palestinian moviegoers know the backdrop.

This remarkably constructed story is also a catalog of the bitterness and grief on both sides, the thwarted potential and wasted resources.

The Dayton Jewish International Film Fest will present Ajami on Thursday, March 24 at 7:10 p.m. at the Neon Movies, 130 E. Fifth St. Tickets are $9 each. To purchase in advance, go to www.daytonjewishcommunitycenter.org or call 853-0372.