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Restored Yiddish film ‘I Have Sinned’ captures pre-war Polish Jewry
There’s an old British expression, “a curate’s egg.” The story goes that a couple once hosted their vicar for dinner and served him an egg, not realizing that it wasn’t very fresh. When they asked him how he liked it, the vicar, a tactful person, said: “Parts of it were excellent.”
The 1936 Yiddish film Al Khet (I Have Sinned), digitally restored by the National Center for Jewish Film and screened this week at the New York Jewish Film Festival, is a curate’s egg.
On the one hand, it’s incredibly primitive, and not because of its age. Its story, about the ill-starred romance of a Jewish military officer and what happens 20 years later, is nothing with nothing; the second half is shamelessly melodramatic, and the pace is slow, too.
On the other hand, the legendary comic duo Dzigan and Schumacher, in their film debut, are superb; the rich Polish Yiddish is delicious, and as a snapshot of mid-1930’s Polish Jewry, it’s extraordinary.
Al Khet was the first Yiddish talkie made in Poland, where even later Yiddish films had technical frailties. Even the beautifully produced and photographed The Dybbuk (1937) suffers from clumsy sound editing. But compared to American or French films from the same year, Al Khet looks prehistoric. Exterior scenes were shot silent and dialogue was dubbed in afterwards with zero regard for synchronization, so that at times people are shown to be speaking with their mouths completely closed.
The acting ranges from simple and straightforward to children’s-theater pantomime. There are errors in basic continuity: In one scene, an army officer says goodbye to his sweetheart, and in the next scene he asks his friends to say goodbye for him, because he can’t do it!
But Al Khet is the only Yiddish film — the only film in any language, actually, as far as I know — to deal with the effects of WWI on Eastern European Jewry. An illegitimate birth is a major plot element, which would have been unthinkable in a contemporaneous American movie.
And no film paints a more detailed picture of life in interwar Yiddishland. The unselfconscious coexistence between religious and secular Jews; the work life of tailors (Jews, under 10% of the population, made up almost half of Poland’s clothing industry); the veneration of America; the texture of religious life, with its daily prayers, crowded crack-of-dawn ‘slikhos‘ services before the holidays, tsitsis gone dingy from constant wear… they’re all there.
After some stock footage of WWI to establish the era, the opening few minutes are pure documentary: cobblestone alleys, wooden houses, a Jew leading a goat on a rope, a water-carrier bringing pails up to an apartment with no plumbing, and so on. A similar montage opens Yidl Mitn Fidl (“Yiddle with his Fiddle”) which was shot in Poland the following year, and I’ve long suspected that its purpose was to enable those who had long since left “the Old Country” to see a bit of it again.
The film’s biggest asset is, of course, Dzigan and Schumacher.
Al Khet is commonly assumed to be a comedy-team vehicle — the sort of thing Abbott and Costello used to turn out. But Dzigan and Schumacher did not play set characters, they varied what they did for each of their smart, satirical sketches; they were the Jewish grandfathers of Bob and Ray, so to speak. And they’re in supporting roles, playing the protagonists’ helpful friends — the traditional ‘comic relief’ slot.
Still, they walk off with the movie. Their acting is off-the-cuff and naturalistic, they have great chemistry and of course, they’re very funny. In the film’s best comedy scene, Schumacher stands in his room wearing his talis (prayer shawl) and tefilin (phylacteries) and mumble-chanting his way through shakharis, the morning prayer, when Dzigan enters and peppers him with questions. Of course Schumacher can’t answer (there’s no chatting allowed during prayer), but he drops Yiddish words and phrases into the Hebrew prayers, folding them right into his mumbling.
(At the NYJFF screening, this scene seemed to go over most of the audience’s heads. Either they couldn’t tell the difference between the Hebrew and the Yiddish, or the style of Jewish prayer had been lost somewhere in the generations. It’s a sad thought either way.)
Two other cast members are of interest. Kurt Katch, who plays a secular Jewish father in the film, began his career in the heyday of silent German cinema and wound up in Hollywood, where he appeared in some of the major titles of the 1940’s, like Watch on the Rhine and The Mask of Dimitrios.
Ruth Turkow, born Ruth Kaminska, who played his daughter, was genuine Yiddish theater royalty: her mother, Ida Kaminska, one of the most important figures in mid-century Yiddish theater, was nominated for a Best Actress Oscar for her performance in The Shop on Main Street, and her grandmother was Ester-Rokhl Kaminska, known as “the mother of Yiddish theater.”
The film features a fine score by Henokh Kon (who also composed the score for The Dybbuk). One song he wrote for Al Khet, “Shpil zhe mir a lidele in yidish” (“Play Me A Yiddish Song”), became a standard that’s still in the repertoire.
The new English subtitles are also a bit of a mixed bag. For example, when the Al Khet prayer is recited, no subtitle appears — even though it’s the title of the film! On the other hand, the translator (the talented Mikhl Yashinsky) is smart enough to keep the language colloquial. Too many new subtitle translations use dry, clinical language — the sort of thing you get from GoogleTranslate — and have no feel for idiomatic speech, so that the audience often has no idea what the characters are really saying. Still, some subtitles go by too fast to be read, or they scroll by at a steady high speed that forces the viewer to stare at the bottom of the screen and avoid looking at the actual movie.
And there are some nice things to look at. Though the picture quality varies with the different source materials used in the restoration, the cinematographer’s eye is still evident, and the exterior long-shots especially have some arresting compositions.
I wouldn’t recommend Al Khet as anyone’s first Yiddish movie — that ought to be Grine Felder, Overture to Glory or Uncle Moses — but for those with an interest in juicy, authentic Yiddish or pre-war Jewish life in Europe, it’s invaluable.
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Trump announces he has ‘largely negotiated’ Iran deal, Strait of Hormuz opening
(JTA) — President Donald Trump announced in a post on Truth Social Saturday afternoon that a deal with Iran had been “largely negotiated,” despite saying earlier in the day that he was undecided on whether to agree to a proposal or resume strikes.
Trump described the deal as a “Memorandum of Understanding pertaining to PEACE” that was “subject to finalization” by the United States, Iran and other countries that participated in talks on Saturday. He noted that he’d “just had a very good call” with Saudi Arabia, the United Arab Emirates, Qatar, Pakistan, Turkey, Egypt, Jordan and Bahrain.
Trump said in his Truth Social post that, separately, he had spoken with Israel Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu in a conversation that “went very well.” There was no immediate statement released by the Prime Minister’s Office following Trump’s post.
“Final aspects and details of the Deal are currently being discussed, and will be announced shortly,” Trump added.
In the post, Trump said the deal would include the opening of the Strait of Hormuz, though a widely reported quote from Iran’s Fars New Agency, which is close to Iran’s Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps, said that Trump’s assertion was “incomplete and inconsistent with reality” and that the strait would remain under Iranian control.
Trump’s announcement comes over a month since he unilaterally extended a fragile U.S.-Iran ceasefire in April.
The announcement did not make mention of Iran’s nuclear program or highly enriched uranium, which Trump has previously stressed must be included in a deal.
Trump’s announcement came hours after he told Axios that he was a “solid 50/50” on whether he would be able to make a “good” deal with Iran, or else “blow them to kingdom come.”
Trump also told Axios that Netanyahu was “torn” over the potential deal but rejected the idea that the Israeli leader was “worried” that he might strike an unfavorable agreement.
This article originally appeared on JTA.org.
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In Trump’s assault on democracy, echoes of Nazi Germany but new glimmers of hope that America will be different
In the final, tumultuous years of the Weimar Republic, a succession of arch-conservative chancellors ruled by emergency decree rather than go through the Reichstag, the German parliament. Germany had become a democracy in name only, as reactionary power brokers steered the nation deeper into totalitarian waters, ultimately opening the door for Hitler.
As we approach our mid-term elections, America too is at a pivot point — with the burning question being whether Donald Trump’s grip on MAGA lawmakers can be broken so that Congress, feckless like the Reichstag of the late Weimar Republic, can resume its constitutional role as a check on the executive.
It’s a matter of life or death for American democracy as it nears its 250th birthday.
As Trump’s poll numbers tank while GOP lawmakers’ support for him endures, I find myself musing about the Weimar Republic and the self-immolation of its national legislature.
In the final months before they came to power on Jan. 30, 1933, Hitler and the Nazis were actually on the ropes. After they had become the largest party in the Reichstag in July elections a year earlier, two million Germans abandoned the Nazis in an election that November. Many Germans were less enamored of the Nazi leader, fatigued by a sense that the Nazis thrived on disorder. The spell seemed to be breaking. Does this ring a bell? Economics also played a role: Germany was finally emerging from the Great Depression.
But the German republic had already been brought to a breaking point by street fighting, political chaos, the Great Depression, and a coterie of arch-conservative power brokers who schemed and maneuvered to scrap Germany’s first democracy. They included Chancellor Franz von Papen.
Papen was unable to form a majority coalition after the July 1932 election because of huge gains by the Nazis and losses by other key parties, so he continued to govern by emergency decree with the consent of President Paul von Hindenburg, relying on the broad emergency powers of Article 48 of the constitution that had already hollowed out parliamentary rule.
More internal scheming resulted in Papen’s ouster after the November 1932 election. He was replaced by General Kurt von Schleicher, a master of intrigue. But Schleicher lasted only two months, as disagreements raged over whether to give Hitler a role in the government, and what that role should be. The reactionary schemers eventually reached a consensus: Let Hitler have the chancellorship but keep him in check by loading the cabinet with archconservatives like Papen. Once Hitler became chancellor on Jan. 30, 1933, it didn’t take him long to outmaneuver all of the other schemers, who became puppets of the Nazi leader instead of the puppet masters.
Germany’s political establishment — all but the Social Democrats and the banned Communists — ceremoniously handed the keys over to Hitler on March 23, 1933, when the Reichstag passed the Enabling Act, dismantling parliamentary democracy and giving Hitler dictatorial powers.
Which brings us to the question: Whither American democracy?
Under Trump, our Congress has been reduced to a shell of its former self, an American analog of the toothless Reichstag. As Trump has launched assault after assault on the pillars of American democracy — on the judiciary, on higher education, on free speech, our election system, the rule of law, and even on unflattering but true chapters in American history — Republicans have kept quiet, fearing Trump’s wrath and retribution.
But now there are glimmers of hope. Trump’s broken promises, self-aggrandizement, megalomania, corruption, utter indifference to everyday Americans’ economic suffering, and relentless catering to the country’s wealthiest are finally catching up with him. New polls put his approval rating at a dismal 37%. In a New York Times/Siena poll, just 28% of voters approved of how Trump is handling the cost of living, while only 31% approved of his war with Iran. Even Fox News had him at 39% approval. That same poll showed GOP support for Trump weakening considerably on his handling of the economy.
Economic pain is driving the collapse. The soaring costs of the war in Iran, Trump’s vanity projects, and his proposed $1.8 billion slush fund for the Jan. 6 insurrectionists, coupled with his push for lifetime immunity for himself and his family to commit tax fraud, have incensed voters who are already struggling to afford groceries, gas, housing and health care.
As Americans make impossible choices, the 47th president touts the glitzy White House ballroom he wants to build and his plans for an arch that would dwarf the Arc de Triomphe, all while prosecuting a war that has closed the Strait of Hormuz and driven up prices worldwide. The widening gap between Trump’s self-indulgence and the country’s hardship is finally producing something late Weimar never managed: a meaningful break in the habit of submission to an aspiring strongman.
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This Jewish artist hadn’t painted in more than 5 decades. Then came Oct. 7.
Sid Klein has finally found his subject. More than half a century after he scrambled to pick a topic for his senior art project at Brooklyn College—and settled on exploring the porcelain curves of a toilet bowl in a 20-painting series—he’s discovered a purpose.
Klein, 78, took a five-decade hiatus from art between college graduation and retirement. He picked his brushes back up just a few months before the events of Oct. 7.
Upon hearing of the Hamas attacks, Klein processed the news with acrylics. Soon, he began looking back to the Holocaust. He felt compelled to render contemporary and historical victims of hatred on paper and ultimately take on the mantle of combatting antisemitism, not with words or weapons but with images.
“For the first time in my life, I’m so motivated in my art,” Klein told me over Zoom from his home in South Florida. “All of a sudden I went from, ‘I don’t know what I want to paint,’ to, ‘I’ve got to make a record of this so people can look at these paintings and see what does antisemitism naturally lead to.’”
Born and raised in Brooklyn, Klein noticed at a young age that he could depict objects in three dimensions. “I started drawing with Crayola crayons with paper that my mom would pick up [at] the local five and dime,” he said.
But his mother died when he was seven, leaving his father to raise three children on his own. Though they weren’t particularly religious, Klein said, he attended yeshiva. The extra-long school day helped his working single father make sure he was safe. Klein continued dabbling in art through elementary and high school.
The Holocaust was not part of his education, as far as he remembers, not at the yeshiva and not later in college, where he flitted from pre-law to economics to philosophy before settling on fine art. “I’d never been exposed to it,” he said. “I’d never seen the photographs. I consciously avoided the photographs.”
“I was living in this bubble so I could pretend that antisemitism did not exist,” he said.
He remained in that bubble through business school and a long career in marketing. During that time, “painting didn’t even cross my mind,” Klein said. “For 55 years, I focused on the business and totally ignored the art.”
It wasn’t until his career drew to a close that he thought he might try again. “I wanted to give it a try and see what was left,” he said. But he wanted to keep painting only if he had a worthy subject, which he found in the wake of the Hamas attacks.
“That murder affected me in a profound way,” said Klein, who has two sons and five grandchildren living in Israel. “I started painting in my mind what these 1,200 people would have looked like. And that was my return to art.”
The segue from the horrors of Oct. 7 to those of the Holocaust felt natural to Klein. “For me, all of those are one of the same. They’re all Jew hatred at different times in history,” he said. “The amount of evil in our world is just—I don’t know how to measure it.” There are endless tragedies, he said, “but I’m focusing on our people.”
Klein paints in a corner of the family room he’s designated as his studio. He regularly pores over hundreds of black-and-white photos taken in ghettos and camps, looking for his next subjects to call out to him.
In one photograph, he recalled, he saw lines upon lines of women and children, standing near cattle cars, waiting, exhausted. He distilled the scene to one row of imminent victims in “Innocents.” They’re “going to be taken to a gas chamber and they’re going to be dead in 20 minutes or a half hour, and they don’t know that,” he said. On the right, a boy tugs at his mother’s coat. The woman on the far left balances the small child in her arms alongside her pregnant belly. In the middle, another grasps a toddler’s hand. Their eyes implore the viewer to grapple with their fate.
Several of Klein’s Holocaust works were displayed earlier this year at the Gross-Rosen Museum in Rogoźnica in Poland, on the grounds of the concentration camp system of the same name, where an estimated 120,000 people were imprisoned and 40,000 died.
“As employees of a Memorial Site, we have constant access to disturbing historical photos and documents; these are undeniably important, but viewing the victims through the eyes of an artist is an entirely different, more intimate experience,” Bartosz Surman, who works for the museum’s education department, told me. Surman estimated that approximately 4,000 people saw Klein’s work there between January 27 and March 31. “For a Memorial Site located in a village of fewer than a thousand people, we consider it a significant success and a testament to the power of Mr. Klein’s work,” he said.
Four thousand miles away, “My Zaidy” hangs on the wall at the Dr. Bernard Heller Museum in downtown Manhattan as part of the exhibition “Proverbs, Adages, and Maxims.”
The man in the painting wears a star under his heart. The bright yellow patch and pearlescent and gold shimmer of his face contrast with the matte blue of his coat and hat. But turning the corner of the exhibition, it’s the eyes that catch you. “I left them blank, so you can put in his eyes, any eyes you want,” Klein said—his zaidy’s or yours or a stranger’s.
The eyes may be missing but the gaze is powerful, as though this old man, as he approaches his cruel end, is staring and saying, “Look at me. Do you see what’s happening? Why are you just standing there?”
“A lot of bubbes and zaides were exterminated,” Klein said, including his paternal grandfather. But the zaidy in the painting isn’t Klein’s, exactly, he said. He can’t recall ever seeing a photo of him. Instead, he painted another elderly man in a photo that struck him: This is what a zaidy selected for the gas chamber looks like. This is what Klein’s zaidy could have looked like.
“I decided I was going to do a painting, and fill that hole in my heart,” Klein said.
“There’s something very haunting about the hollowed, empty eyes,” museum director Jeanie Rosensaft told me over the phone. “We were very touched, because although [Klein] has not had a long resume of art production, we felt that the image that he provided was very compelling.”.
Klein is one of 58 artists in the exhibition, and his work will be included in a tour the museum is organizing following its New York run, which ends June 24. “We hope that he continues on this path,” Rosensaft said. “It’s really essential that art bear witness to the past and provide a bridge to the future.”
Seeing the pain
Klein’s next painting, he told me, was inspired by a photo of two small children, empty bowls in hand, begging for food.
“If I had more working space, I would make my paintings bigger,” said Klein, who says he hopes to one day create life-size portraits. “Right now you’ve got to get pretty close to see what the hell is going on,” he said. “I want size to be part of your experience seeing the pain.”
Spending his days sifting through Holocaust photos and painting its victims takes a toll. “When I paint, I become emotionally involved. But when it’s done, I listen to my music for a couple of hours, and that gives me the emotional strength to continue,” says Klein, who puts on Vivaldi, Mozart, or Brahms, for example. “After I do a painting, I need this music to settle my nerves.”
“Sometimes I say, ‘Klein, try something else!’” he said. But he can’t imagine abandoning his subject or newfound mission for any others. Which means he’ll need more of that music in the years to come, as might those viewing his paintings.
“A lot of my work is grotesque,” Klein said, and that’s intentional. “I want to shake you up.”
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