We were channel surfing last night, the whole family, and came across Fiddler on the Roof
, which neither Lisa and I had seen in decades. My gosh that's a great movie. Topol is brilliant. The script is funny and warm-hearted and bitter and hopeful. The songs are as powerful as any opera's.
I spent a lot of time explaining to Hunter about Cossacks and Jews. He's mystified why people would treat each other differently because of religion or race. I hope his whole generation grows up that way.
There's a funny irony at the end of the movie, of course: their world is shattered, their village destroyed, and they must all go off to a strange new land -- where, on the whole, they will work like dogs and their children will become businesspeople and their
children will become moviemakers and make a movie about their grandparents suffering in the shtetl.