Notes on a Lebanese filmmaker

I wrote these notes almost three years ago to the day:

Physically, he is all angles, and as thin as boy.
Only with the kind of face that has grown old before its time.
Saddened by a thousand hard-line movies.
When the fireworks go off (where the festival is being held it happens to be the saint’s day of the town), he seems to flinch before re-adjusting to peacetime reality.

As he talks, he sits with his legs crossed on the chair and chain smokes. He is on medication, but that does not stop him from drinking.

His dream is to go to London or Berlin. These places he feels are truly creative. London is the place to die. Its greyness helps you adjust to the idea of death… But it is in Japan he really wants to live. – A place he says where you can get healed.

Which links in my mind with his theory about the Jews, and why he is not afraid of them. - The Jews he says have missed the boat… While we – he means I suppose Christians and Muslims have our saviour (whether we believe in Him or not), they are still waiting for theirs. Consequently they feel it as a burden to their souls.