Trying to make sense of life is like trying to make sense of a newspaper that's been torn into little pieces when a fan is ceaselessly blowing the little pieces around in the air. The metaphor appears twice in the movie, once as an explanation of the point of view of the protagonists autistic son and once-- in case we didn't get the point-- in relation to the lives of everyday people. The generalization isn't ruined by the fact that the protagonist himself share a tiny bit of his son's failure to function among others. He and his wife can't communicate, he's not much better with his daughter, he makes unreasonable demands, and in his job-- as a political columnist-- he doesn't always take into account the consequences of badmouthing those he disagrees with. He disagrees with the fans of Bibi Netanyahu, and with respect to that political background the movie becomes propagandistically shrill as well as a bit dated in the depiction of an internal political conflict that is still in the process of revealing its true nature. But the protagonist means well and he keeps trying, and he's played by Dror Keren, who despite his lack of political subtlety (he is credited with co-writing the script) is one of Israel's most skilled and most relatable actors.
