Those of you who know me well know that I love a musical. That I often break out into song, creating the musical of my own life. Picture this. An evening at the Castro Theatre, the most wonderful place to watch a picture show in San Francisco. And a foreign musical, subtitles and all.
We watch Miriam and her son, Meir, dusting the shelves and dancing to the music of Svika Pick in the opening scene. Then Miriam leaves. And Meir fabricates fantastical stories to explain why his mother has left him, and where she is. Over and over again. And eventually he ends up performing as a drag queen, in Tel Aviv, in multitudes of sequins. It’s a heartbreaking, and heartwarming, movie. Well worth the 2 1/2 hours in the theater.