Is there a market for an Israeli comedy in the US?
The crowd-pleasing 2008 Israeli film ‘Lost Islands’ was featured over the weekend at the Israel Film Festival in Los Angeles.
The comedy, produced by Dudi Zilber and directed by Reshef Levy, is about twin brothers in late-1970s Israel who fall in love with the same girl. And according to Zilber, that light remise might be precisely the reason why the film, the biggest box office hit locally last year, has not yet been able to procure American distribution.
All of the recent Israeli films that have resonated with American viewers have had something to do with the conflict – whether it be directly (“Waltz With Bashir,” “Beaufort”) or indirectly (“The Band’s Visit”).
“It’s a big disappointment,” Zilber told The Los Angeles Times, which ran a feature on the film. “Not even one distributor has given us an offer. No one is interested.”
According to Zilber, when it comes to foreign imports, US distributors are far more interested in serious, art-house dramas than in popular comedies. In fact, being a big comedy hit in Israel probably makes “Lost Islands” a harder sell than if it were a small, thoughtful adult drama.
“The movies that sell well overseas — and this is true if they are from France or Iran as well as from Israel — are the ones that have soft or delicate subject matter, a serious theme that would appeal to the U.S. art-house moviegoer,” says Zilber. “Non-English-speaking films are geared to a very specific audience in the U.S. — the cinephiles, the people who want serious drama. So actually, the more commercial the movie is in Israel, the less commercial it would be in America.”
However, even though nobody may want the rights to “Lost Islands”, they are interested in the story. Zilber told The Times that he’s in negotiations with several US-based film companies for the American remake rights to the film.
If remade, it would also join a trend of US adaptions of Israeli productions, ranging from HBO’s In Treatment to:
– Bonjour Monsieur Shlomi, – a 2003 Shemi Zarhin comedy being remade as Diego Ascending, by actress Salma Hayek’s production company about an underappreciated 16-year-old boy charged with taking care of his eccentric family.
- Wristcutters, the 2006 film adaption by director Goran Dukic of Etgar Keret’s short story Kneller’s Happy Campers.
– Colombian Love, a 2004 comedy by Shai Kannot about modern romance, acquired by a Hollywood production company that intends to remake it in an American setting.
So, remember, just because an Israeli film doesn’t have any soldiers in it or bombs going off, it doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s not bound for the bright lights of Hollywood.
Medusa
Filed under: Environment, General, History and Culture, Israeliness
As we head to a week-long beach vacation in Hofit, a little yishuv near Netanya, I’m dreaming about cool sand between my toes in the early morning, and salty seas in the late afternoon, just before the sun starts setting. But everyone has been telling me to watch out for the medusot, or jellyfish, that are plaguing the Mediterranean Sea this time of year.
Even the New York Times, well, International Herald Tribune for those of us on this side of the ocean, featured a front page, below-the-fold story the other day about jellyfish, the canary in the ocean’s coal mine, forcing beaches to close in Australia, France, Hawaii and Virginia. Benji Lovitt, in a recent Ynet piece, tells us to urinate on jellyfish stings when beachcombing in Tel Aviv, while my nephew said vinegar does the trick. Both sound fairly vile.
But I’m taking the more literary, esoteric approach, and thinking about jellyfish in the Etgar Keret manner, that is, as presented in his movie, Jellyfish, which won the Camera d’Or at Cannes in May. Saw it during the Israel Film Festival in July, and haven’t been able to get it out of my head. As J. Hoberman, a Village Voice reviewer, phrased it, “The movie’s title suggests that its principles [three lonely characters] are amorphous creatures subject to the ocean’s mysterious currents.”
Not stingers out to get clueless swimmers, but bloblike creatures bobbing along the ocean floor. Sort of like I plan to be on vacation, on the beach, in the water. Or as in the Greek sea nymph Medusa, when she still had hair, and before she sprang a head full of snakes and a reputation as a monstrous beast.
It’s all about attitude.












