Holding Liat (2025)

There are so many documentaries about the broader political philosophies and the generations and centuries of hate and mistrust that have built up in the Middle East for aeons, but there are remarkably few that distill the issues down to the human factors that really matter. This is one. It tells us the story of Liat Atzili and her husband Aviv who were taken from their home by Hamas in order to be used as hostages. They are not alone, but two from over two hundred taken as leverage for the release of Palestinian prisoners by Israel. Of course her family are horrified, terrified and frustrated by the lack of information as authorities in Jerusalem and Washington DC (she is an American citizen) try to find out who took them, where they are and whether or not they are safe. The drip feeding of information and misinformation takes it’s toll on her parents and their grown up children, and as that impacts more on them, their behaviour starts to fragment. Perhaps being an American will help? Perhaps it will make things worse? What ought either government do? Accede to their demands? Kill them all? All of these emotionally-charged options and reactions are presented in real conversations by real people worried not just about those missing but about what solution might ever be possible when hatred is so deeply ingrained on both sides. What helps here is that none of those contributing appear to be playing to the cameras, and that is impressive as those are intrusive at times and into conversations that I know I wouldn’t like. At times each rationale seems to make a degree of sense, then you realise that there is no one solution to centuries of hostility. In many ways it’s about saving face, and about the relative trade values of one thousand Palestinian people against one American Jew, and bluntly there are no right or fair answers here, especially with so many inclined to look to the past rather than the future. By telling the tale from the viscerally personal perspective of a family, this documentary brings home something supra-political, and serves to illustrate that, naively perhaps, nothing will improve unless forward-looking people of peace impose themselves on the politicians and bury some hatchets deep in sand.