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Early bird special!

Thrillling double bill at the Renoir Cinema, WC1, Sunday 9 December, doors open 10.30am, courtesy of The London Socialist Film Co-op.


Sunday 9th December 2012

BUNDA’IM

Eran Torbiner, Israel 2011 (U), 48 mins, Yiddish with EST

The Jewish Socialist Bund movement struggled for the right of the Jews to full equal rights. It was strong among Polish Jews on the eve of WWII and was the arch rival of the Zionist movement. Bund supporters who survived the war and chose to emigrate to Israel have tried to continue spreading Bund ideas for over 60 years. Bund activists alive today are over 80 years old but insist on speaking Yiddish and talking Socialism. Now more than ever they insist on dying as Bundists.
Eran Torbiner, July 2012

WHOSE IS THIS SONG? (Chia E Tazi Pesen?)

Adela Peeva, Belgium/ Bulgaria 2003 (PG) 70 mins, Bulgarian, Macedonian and Turkish with EST

Music has the power to evoke passion but how can one song spark so many? Adela Peeva exposes conflicting beliefs of love, religion, revolution and nationalism in her travels through the Balkan states of Macedonia, Turkey, Greece, Albania, Bosnia, Serbia and Bulgaria to discover the provenance of this song. Her journey reveals the shared tradition of Balkan nations passed down by what was the Ottoman Empire but also blurred and mixed national identities that give rise to powerful emotions.

Nashville Film Festival 2004; Ethnographic Festival, Paris 2004

Discussion led by David Rosenberg of the Jewish Socialist Group, Jonathan Silverman, writer, publisher and photographer and David Wilson, first director of the Pavarotti Music Centre in Bosnia Herzegovina.


Cinema information:
Renoir Cinema, Brunswick Square, London WC1

Nearest London tube: Russell Square
Overground: King’s Cross, Euston
Buses: 7, 17, 45, 46, 59, 68, 91, 168, 188
For updates on disabled access, please call the Renoir on 08717-033 991

Screenings are generally on the second Sunday of the month but please note our April date. Doors open at 10.30 for 11am. The order of screening may not be as shown in our programme pages. EST indicates the use of English subtitles. Further information: 020-7278 5764, nseyd@hotmail.com

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