There’s a universality to coming-of-age stories. Through the
experience of their young protagonists, the best of these tales aim to
illustrate a turning point, an emotional maturation, a fuller understanding of
the world – in short, the transition from
childhood innocence to adult understanding. I, for one, am a pretty easy mark
for such narratives; they sometimes trigger not only empathy, but a
surprisingly vivid recollection of experiences and feelings from my youth. Given
the plethora of works in this genre, I suspect I am not alone. The Bildungsroman has been a staple of American
literary fiction from Huck Finn to Holden Caulfield, and of the movies as well,
with a pretty endless list of American classics such as Rebel Without A
Cause (1955), Stand By Me (1986), Boyhood (2014) and many
more, not to mention foreign classics like The 400 Blows (1959), Murmur
of the Heart (1971), and Cinema Paradiso (1988).

Riklas is one of the most prominent and successful directors
in Israel; and Arab-Israeli issues have frequently been a topic in his movies.
Take for example, his 2008 feature, Lemon Tree, in which ethno-religious
hate and discrimination were front and center in a story ostensibly about a
legal conflict between two neighbors: a Palestinian woman and the Israeli
defense minister who moves into the villa across the street from her lemon
grove. Riklas’ new movie has a lighter touch.
A Borrowed Identity is the story of a young Israeli Arab
boy, Eyad, as he comes face to face, for the first time in his life, with the
predominant Jewish society and culture of his country.

On his arrival at the academy, Eyad finds himself a complete
outsider. In the Palestinian community and in his former school, the Jewish
majority were always referred to as
"they" or "them"; now he is the other. Eyad comes from a culture that is alien to his
Jewish classmates. His clothes are different; his Hebrew is halting and his
pronunciation a source of derisive humor (embarrassingly, he can’t enunciate a
“P” sound); he is on scholarship and has little money, while most of the Jewish
students are affluent; and no one, it seems, can be bothered to pronounce his
name correctly.


Eyad stands at the border of two cultures existing side by
side in one country. We see this world through his eyes. It is, of course, not an altogether pretty
picture. For one thing, the communities
are physically segregated from one another, with Eyad’s people living in what are
essentially Arab ghettos, while the Jews live in the much more modern cities
and suburbs. The Arabs are comfortable with their own, but resentful,
distrustful, and alienated from the Israeli majority. This is depicted in
multiple ways, mostly humorous, in the film: when a visiting American, who is
promoting a “Children For Peace” program, speaks to Eyad’s grade school class,
the school principal intentionally mistranslates his remarks to reflect
negatively on the Jews (and on his students, whom he calls morons); during the
first Gulf War, Eyad’s father and friends, watching the evening news, root for
Sadaam Hussein to win as if this was a sporting event; and when an Iraqi scud
missile flies overhead, people dance and cheer on Tira rooftops, while Grandma
mutters, “Please God., for once give the Muslims a victory.” Yet, while the long history of
Jewish-Palestinian conflict and displacement, with the wildly different
nationalistic narratives and accusations that have grown up around it, is part
of the background, A Borrowed Identity focuses its interest and ours on
the human element, on the personal.

At the same time, Eyad feels more and more outside the
mainstream back home in Tira. And he experiences prejudice in the broader
Jewish world. Waiting at a bus stop in Jerusalem with his girlfriend, he is
confronted by neighborhood bullies, who taunt him with a song about Mohammed
and his “ugly daughters”. He learns that,
as an Arab in Israel, his opportunities are seriously constrained. No one will hire him as a waiter, but when he eventually
gets a job as a dishwasher, he finds that the kitchen staff is entirely Arab.
Even there, accommodations must be made: his coworker “Muki” is really
Mohammed; Jamal is called “Jimmy”. Eyad
gets it: if he is to be accepted, to get ahead, to be a part of the broader
society, to thrive as a human being, his Palestinian identity is a handicap, if
not a bar – socially, professionally, economically.

The film opens with a quotation from the Palestinian poet,
Mahmoud Darwish: "Identity is our legacy and not our inheritance, our
invention and not our memory." This then is the underlying theme of the
picture, as reflected in its title. Immediately after this quotation, and
before the story gets underway, we are told that 20% of Israelis are Arabs, a
figure that translates to approximately 1.6 million people. So, we know from
the outset that Riklas’s intention is not simply to tell a story about one
young man’s experience.
Written by Sayed Kashua, a long-time satirical columnist for
the prominent Israeli newspaper and website Haaretz
, A Borrowed Identity is based on his autobiographical novel, Dancing Arabs (also the original title
to this film). In 1990, at the age of
15, Kashua was admitted into the highly selective Israel Arts And Science
Academy in Jerusalem, where he had many of the experiences portrayed in this
movie. Kashua has said that for most of his adult life he believed that if he
could write about the experience of ordinary Palestinians, in Hebrew, for Jews
to read, this would foster understanding and through such understanding,
acceptance and change would surely come. He believed in a place where both Jews
and Arabs could forgive each other, could live together, raise their families
together, and "build a place that was worth living in."
No longer. Last summer he and his family moved from Israel to
the US for a university job (although he continues to write for Haaretz). He says
his hope has died. And yet, and yet he wrote the screenplay for this
illuminating and touching movie. Maybe there still is a glimmer of
hope.
A Borrowed Identity is an engrossing and entertaining
film, by turns illuminating, funny, dramatic, romantic, and touching. The
performances of the three young leads, Tawfeek Barhom as Eyad, Daniel Kitsas as
Naomi, and Michael Moshonov as Jonathan are believable and endearing. Barhom
reminds me in a way of Ellar Coltrane who played Mason, the boy in Boyhood,
perhaps because Eyad, like Mason, is very much the observer. Also notable are
the main adult actors, Yael Abecassis as Edna and Ali Suliman as Eyad’s father.
Much of what we’ve been reading and hearing about Israel
over the last several years has been about geopolitics, terrorism, and war.
This professional, provocative and poignant picture is about people.
A Borrowed Identity
is being screened throughout the U.S. on a staggered, limited release
schedule. In the Bay Area, it opens on
July 24 at Landmark’s Opera Plaza in San Francisco, the Rafael Film Center in
San Rafael, Rialto’s Elmwood Theater in Berkeley, and Camera 3 in San Jose.
This review originally appeared in EatDrinkFilms, an online magazine about ... well, the name says it all.
For more about Sayed Kashua, here are links to two essays he
wrote for the Guardian: Why
I Have to Leave Israel [July 19, 2014] and Dear
Mr Netanyahu: Sorry We Dared to Dream [March 15, 2015].
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