In 1972, 11 Israeli athletes were killed by a Palestinian terrorist group known as “Black September.”
What happened next is told in Steven Spielberg’s new film Munich, which I saw earlier today (it hits theaters on Dec. 23).
Simply put, it’s great — one of the best films I’ve seen all year. I had the emotional reaction to it that was missing from Brokeback Mountain earlier this week — no surprise, really, since I can more easily identify with the plight of Jewish people than I can with the plight of repressed gay cowboys (which I hope doesn’t sound too easily dismissive). Continue reading
