Boaz Frankel

A camel's body lies in the middle of a desert road, exactly on the 147th kilometer, on the border between two settlements. None of them agrees to take responsibility for it.

In the heart of the desert lives calf 2300 and dreams of becoming a princess.

Another nearly-ordinary winter day in the life of 64-year-old Doron, director of a municipal home for the aged: the rain is pouring, someone nabbed his reserved parking spot, and Bela Schorr, occupant of Room 212, passed away that morning.

An Israeli film set in a Bedouin village in the desert turns into an ego struggle between languages, cultures and classes, when the director of the film insists on filming a certain frame she imagined. Sounds heavy but it's a comedy.

A camel's body lies in the middle of a desert road, exactly on the 147th kilometer, on the border between two settlements. None of them agrees to take responsibility for it.

A camel's body lies in the middle of a desert road, exactly on the 147th kilometer, on the border between two settlements. None of them agrees to take responsibility for it.

In the heart of the desert lives calf 2300 and dreams of becoming a princess.

In the heart of the desert lives calf 2300 and dreams of becoming a princess.

Another nearly-ordinary winter day in the life of 64-year-old Doron, director of a municipal home for the aged: the rain is pouring, someone nabbed his reserved parking spot, and Bela Schorr, occupant of Room 212, passed away that morning.

Another nearly-ordinary winter day in the life of 64-year-old Doron, director of a municipal home for the aged: the rain is pouring, someone nabbed his reserved parking spot, and Bela Schorr, occupant of Room 212, passed away that morning.

An Israeli film set in a Bedouin village in the desert turns into an ego struggle between languages, cultures and classes, when the director of the film insists on filming a certain frame she imagined. Sounds heavy but it's a comedy.