Directed by Steven Spielberg


When we go to the movies we usually have expectations, a sense of what the director will present, whether it will be fluff, just for entertainment, or something more.  Occasionally there is a surprise and the film will deliver a message—those are the best.

With Steven Spielberg one never knows. He has his light, fluffy side:   E.T., Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Jurassic Park;   his adventure side:  Minority Report, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Jaws;  and he has his heavy, serious side, epitomized by Schindler’s List.  He can be brilliant.

Munich does not approach Schindler.  It attempts to document the ongoing odyssey of the Jews, no longer victims dependent on others to save them, but now independent self-savers.  And somehow Israel is the locus of that energy.  It is understood that the Israeli state, and by extension the Jewish people, will no longer stand by as victims.  This film drums that point home.

But Munich is not entertainment, certainly not a date movie.  If you are interested in a graphic history lesson of the Olympic slaughter of 1972, then see it.  If you want to enjoy yourself, pass.  Everyone should see Schindler’s List.  It is a lesson everyone should learn, an important truth about a certain time in World History.  The tale told in “Munich” is an incident, not an era.  We know what terrorists do, be they in Israel, Iraq, Indonesia or New York.  The Holocaust stands alone