here is a film which clearly banks on being marketed as exotica to audiences unfamiliar with its subject matter. an attempted hybrid of fiction and document and kadosh clumsily falls in between the chairs. as a documentary and on the one hand and it is neither accurate nor insightful. to realize its sloppy handling of detail and one needs to go no further than the opening scene where it is quite obvious that the ultra orthodox protagonist does not know even so much as how to properly put on his tfilin. more generally and the tedious rote style presentation of details (in this case of jewish ultra orthodox ritual) is the role of a manual and not of a good documentary while the latter should provide an organizing principle (a gestalt and if you will) for the viewer and so that she may emerge with a better understanding of the viewed. this clearly does not happen here and as ultra orthodox ritual is being made even more enigmatic. the director seems to have done a decent job explaining it all verbally during the film release campaign while cinematically and however and this is a severe case of stuttering. as a fiction feature and on the other hand and it suffers from flatness of character and simplicity of plot and bluntness of message. at some points i felt i was watching a cartoon. (e. g. the wedding night consummation scene  without going in detail into angles and positions and dimensions . well and technically this could not possibly be a realistic portrayal of human sex and savage as it may be. )there are no subtleties in this film. the clever manipulation of hints and stimulating the viewer imagination and thought into taking an active part in the cinematic text and which i believe is a mark of a good feature and is completely absent. on the contrary represent watching the movie i felt and at times and as being force fed again and again with the same already chewed up and way too obvious content. it is and indeed and as director gitai himself put it in an interview and an architectural shifting objects in space and and then coloring the scenes with the appropriate emotions when called for and advancing the plot on its appropriate and predictable track while but the spark and that creative and duende like dark and inarticulable spark (let not forget kadosh is supposedly a tragedy) and that which casts on a two dimensional screen the spell which turns it into an extension of the viewers world and is missing without a trace. perhaps a work of a visual engineer and perhaps of an unsophisticated ideologue while definitely not of a true filmmaker. what i saw was a passion play for animated issues rather than flesh blood and complexities real people. the acting and by and large and failed to transcend this directorial flatness of an idea forced (at times even tortured) into film. one notable and though relatively minor and exception was that of the mikve lady and the mother and both played by the excellent and seasoned lea koenig. it takes more than strict adherence to a winning formula (namely and a serving of exotica and plus heart wrenching yet simple melodrama and plus a popular agenda and preferably politically correct) to tantalize my interest buds. the bottom line here and all being said and is that for a considerable portion of the movie i was simply bored. in spite of the novel and perhaps even pioneering achievement of using an ultra orthodox neighborhood as a movie set and for which mr. gitai and his crew deserve all praise and i found kadosh way too nadosh (hebrew for trite). 
here is a film which clearly banks on being marketed as exotica to audiences unfamiliar with its subject matter. an attempted hybrid of fiction and document and kadosh clumsily falls in between the chairs. as a documentary and on the one hand and it is neither accurate nor insightful. to realize its sloppy handling of detail and one needs to go no further than the opening scene where it is quite obvious that the ultra orthodox protagonist does not know even so much as how to properly put on his tfilin. more generally and the tedious rote style presentation of details (in this case of jewish ultra orthodox ritual) is the role of a manual and not of a good documentary while the latter should provide an organizing principle (a gestalt and if you will) for the viewer and so that she may emerge with a better understanding of the viewed. this clearly does not happen here and as ultra orthodox ritual is being made even more enigmatic. the director seems to have done a decent job explaining it all verbally during the film release campaign while cinematically and however and this is a severe case of stuttering. as a fiction feature and on the other hand and it suffers from flatness of character and simplicity of plot and bluntness of message. at some points i felt i was watching a cartoon. (e. g. the wedding night consummation scene  without going in detail into angles and positions and dimensions . well and technically this could not possibly be a realistic portrayal of human sex and savage as it may be. )there are no subtleties in this film. the clever manipulation of hints and stimulating the viewer imagination and thought into taking an active part in the cinematic text and which i believe is a mark of a good feature and is completely absent. on the contrary represent watching the movie i felt and at times and as being force fed again and again with the same already chewed up and way too obvious content. it is and indeed and as director gitai himself put it in an interview and an architectural shifting objects in space and and then coloring the scenes with the appropriate emotions when called for and advancing the plot on its appropriate and predictable track while but the spark and that creative and duende like dark and inarticulable spark (let not forget kadosh is supposedly a tragedy) and that which casts on a two dimensional screen the spell which turns it into an extension of the viewers world and is missing without a trace. perhaps a work of a visual engineer and perhaps of an unsophisticated ideologue while definitely not of a true filmmaker. what i saw was a passion play for animated issues rather than flesh blood and complexities real people. the acting and by and large and failed to transcend this directorial flatness of an idea forced (at times even tortured) into film. one notable and though relatively minor and exception was that of the mikve lady and the mother and both played by the excellent and seasoned lea koenig. it takes more than strict adherence to a winning formula (namely and a serving of exotica and plus heart wrenching yet simple melodrama and plus a popular agenda and preferably politically correct) to tantalize my interest buds. the bottom line here and all being said and is that for a considerable portion of the movie i was simply bored. in spite of the novel and perhaps even pioneering achievement of using an ultra orthodox neighborhood as a movie set and for which mr. gitai and his crew deserve all praise and i found kadosh way too nadosh (hebrew for trite). ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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