the acting is good. the pacing is good. the Amelie-like story telling is enjoyable. the cinematography is nothing to write home about but suits the film. however, it ends on a quite unsatisfactory note. the truth remains concealed. actually, what really bothers me on reflection, is that there is no redemption, no forgiveness. it is still powerful, and quite haunting, due to the unresolved tension. all three family members know -each secretly- and none confronts the other. they all choose to disguise the truth. the son's commitment is understandable. the wife's less so, but her character is hardly revealed so I don't know what she's doing or expected to do with this information. she seems to be less than involved with her husband, or even interested. the father. well, he seems almost evil by the end. a bitter, dried up old man.
additionally, motifs of illusion/disillusion, truth/lies/confusion.
still, in the end the film seems to be made out of a spirit of malice or disdain for the father, which i dislike. probably because of my own strained relations with my father are an ongoing problem for me. yet the haunting quality behind the results of dishonesty make for good film, as well as an interesting reflection on the devastating power of truth, and begs the viewer to ask anew what Talmud really is. (again, I'm not Jewish, but the question can be translated into my own system of moral evaluations).