I went with the Houseguest last night to see the Footnote, an Israeli movie about a mixup made by a prize committee between two Professor Shkolniks, a father and a son. I didn’t think I liked it that much until the Houseguest and I talked about it on the way home. When have you ever seen a movie in which the action turns on textual exegesis? Plus, the scene in which a committee of academics meet and argue about 40 years of academic pettiness which has led to the destruction of a man’s career — shot in an “office” so small people have to stand on the table to open the door — was painful and hilarious and apt.
It was a lot like A Separation, in which the cramped conditions the characters inhabit made you squirm in your seat.
It was worth seeing.