In order to confront the ghosts that haunt him, Palestinian director Raed Andoni assembles an eclectic group of ex-prisoners to recreate the Al-Moskobiya, Israel’s main interrogation centre, where he was himself jailed at age 18. Day after day, these construction workers, a blacksmith, an architect, an assistant director give shape to their memories of how they survived with grit and a sense of humour. As the walls of the cells rise, the tongues and the emotions loosen.
Director | Raed Andoni |
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I don’t think I remember the first time I watched Ghost Hunting; I’ve watched it too many times to this day, and I will never be tired of watching it. However, I remember so clearly walking onto and through the set in Ramallah with my two little cousins. Watching these two children interact with the space, watching the people around be quiet and then increasingly loud. There was laughter and smiling. There is joy, there is kindness. We’ve been hearing so much about the forgotten men. The men who are never presented as the sensitive and delicate human beings they are. The men whose gentleness, kindness, love and resilience we discard as numbers. These men carry traumas and worlds in their bodies that no film has cared for the way Ghost Hunting has. Andoni puts on the screen care, sustenance, and love. This film is not only a testament to the way community creates art but a testament to the heart of cinema: time and space and how together, we are all capable of building up our pain into stories only we can tell together. In the sounds, in the fragments, in the imaginary and in the reenactement, the pain becomes carried by all.
Nada El-Omari
Filmmaker and writer
I don’t think I remember the first time I watched Ghost Hunting; I’ve watched it too many times to this day, and I will never be tired of watching it. However, I remember so clearly walking onto and through the set in Ramallah with my two little cousins. Watching these two children interact with the space, watching the people around be quiet and then increasingly loud. There was laughter and smiling. There is joy, there is kindness. We’ve been hearing so much about the forgotten men. The men who are never presented as the sensitive and delicate human beings they are. The men whose gentleness, kindness, love and resilience we discard as numbers. These men carry traumas and worlds in their bodies that no film has cared for the way Ghost Hunting has. Andoni puts on the screen care, sustenance, and love. This film is not only a testament to the way community creates art but a testament to the heart of cinema: time and space and how together, we are all capable of building up our pain into stories only we can tell together. In the sounds, in the fragments, in the imaginary and in the reenactement, the pain becomes carried by all.
Nada El-Omari
Filmmaker and writer
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