I went to the movies today, and I didn’t know what I was seeing. I’d already seen Deadpool 2, and the new Star Wars film Solo, and really I needed to get off the street for a bit. I was biking through Williamsburg and stopped off at Nitehawk Cinema to just go see whatever.
Disobedience was playing. It’s a film about the death of a Rabbi, and the return of his daughter to the Jewish community in London. She had spent ten years in New York as a photographer, totally out of contact, doing art portraits, bar hopping, a secular life if you will.
Without giving so much away, or maybe I should, it’s about trying times and the social obligations that hold communities and families together. The main character returns for shivas, to find out that her childhood friend had married her father’s closest student. It’s a deep and personal look into the workings of an orthodox congregation.
The film opens to the Rabbi giving a sermon asking what is man? On the sixth day, either as an afterthought or crowning achievement, we are somewhere between the angels and beasts, in that we have free will. We are supposed to know what it is that g_d wants. Angels just do, they carry out the will of their creator. Animals simply exist and follow instinct. Man is created from clay and imbued with the breath of life and we are able to navigate complex decisions unlike any other kind of being, why do we make the choices that we do?
The film is also about a love affair and sexuality and loss, but the essence is an issue of what makes us who we are.