In Avi Nesher's warm and humorous film, very British Indians settle in a dry town near the desert and must learn to cope with their French speaking Moroccan neighbors. That they are all Jews helps little; there are major differences in language, customs, and attitudes. Set in 1968 and narrated by Sarah, the teenage daughter from Bombay, the film deals gently but genuinely with the problems of adolescent angst as well as more serious issues of struggling immigrants dumped by the bureaucracy in a remote border town. Despite the insistence of Nicole, Sarah's friend and the sixteen year old town beauty, that nothing locally is worth chronicling, the film is particularly adept at depicting the greatest passions in the most ordinary people. Though the narrator is not always aware of it, there are love affairs, labor unrest, tragic illness, jealousies, and other personal dramas. The larger issues include a strike at the bottling plant, the town's only employer, and a visit by the championship cricket team, arranged by the British consulate. Although the Moroccan Jews initially jeer this "child's game," they eventually join the Indian ex pats for the match, with predictably hilarious and disastrous results. By the time adulthood arrives with the girls receiving their notice for the Army, we have a sense how new Israelis are formed from their varied ethnic backgrounds.Nesher's casting is impeccable, down to the smallest role. Particularly wonderful is the way he matches the tall, statuesque Moroccan wife with her short, older, balding husband, and makes their caring relationship totally believable. The fact is that all the characters are memorable, from the sexy widow upstairs, to the handsome Indian dance teacher, to the Tel Aviv poet, teaching high school in the desert. Despite its mixture of spoken Hebrew, English, French, pidgin, and gestures, the excellent subtitles manage to convey even puns effectively. This polyglot of languages, as the clashing customs, reminds us just how very diverse Jews are, how the cultures of their birth countries create a Jewishness that is never monolithic, until, perhaps, it is transformed into "Israeliness."

For non-Israelis, Left Turn at the End of the World is a revealing look at conflicts between Jewish communities originating in different parts of the world. Forced to live next to one another in a desolate "development town" in the Negev, Indian Jews from Bombay and Moroccan Jews, each confronting a loss of status (or imagined status) in their countries of origin, begin by despising one another and ultimately learn to live with one another, mainly through the agency of two teenage girls who befriend one another despite their differences in outlook. For those who do not speak Hebrew comfortably, this film is easier to follow than most Israeli films, not only because the subtitles are especially well done, but because the Indian Jews converse among themselves in English and the Moroccan Jews mostly in French with only rudimentary Hebrew to link them. Although one could summarize the story without ruining the experience for a viewer, it is not the plot that matters but the conflict and the accommodation. The acting is splendid, though only a couple of the actors were known (outside Israel) before this film, and only a couple have been heard from since. The two girls -- both are actually in their 20's -- the man-eating widow, the Indian father and mother and the Moroccan father and mother all distinguish themselves. It's funny at times, emotionally wrenching and true.

To be fair, the movie is more sexually explicit than it needs to be to tell its story, otherwise, I'd have rated it higher.It tells a good story of discrimination between two groups, the Moroccan Jews and the Indian Jews in a tiny town in the desert. It is also about the friendship between two teen-aged girls, Sarah (Indian) and Nicole (Moroccan) in that town. The girls become fast friends despite their differences in personality and their different ethnic backgrounds.We get the story of a labor dispute at the only employer for both the Moroccans and Indians, and how each group deals with it - the differences separating the two communities, despite their common circumstances, how they try to work together, and again are torn apart.There is marital infidelity and sexual awakening among both the girls and the boys, how they cope with it, and the emptiness of some of their solutions.It ends up being both funny and redemptive, in spite of the death of a character.

I have a confession to make, I don't have the slightest clue about Cricket. It's the only sport that I can see the result of a game and still can't figure out who won (which numbers are significant? the ones in the parenthesis or the one outside?).Cricket is hardly the main topic of the film but it turns out to be a major bond between the characters and between the various segments of this semi historical and semi personal feature.Sarah Talker (Liraz Charchi in a wonderful performance) is a Jewish-Indian teenager who immigrates with her family to Israel under false pretenses by the Jewish agency. In Israel they find to their dismay that they were brought to a fledgling city in the Negev (a scarcely populated desert in south Israel) and are doomed to physical labor and living with neighbors who share the exact same story besides alterations of date and country of origin.The harsh existence is weakened by the fact that Sara finds a friend in a Moroccan teenager-Nicole (Neta garty in an unforgettable performance) that, by the influence of her extrovert widowed aunt, rebels against the conservative values of her mother (Ruby porat shoval) and the constant nagging of her terrified, soon to be married and more than slightly overweight sister (Rotem Abuhab).Sara and Nicole's friendship is put to a harsh test amidst the tumultuous times of puberty, the frustration of being stranded in forgotten province and certain, hmmm..., morally challenged entanglements (which I Can't reveal here)The only thing that changes the mundane routine of the town is the arrival of the British Cricket team who comes to play against the Israeli team which consists of Indian retirees and, due to shortage of able Israeli Cricket players, Moroccan immigrants who play the game with zeal and vigor despite the fact that they have absolutely no idea what this game is about (and I don't blame them).This film is of course not about Cricket, moral values or teenage rebel. Its about the clash of mild mannered Indians with outgoing and zealous (over zealous at times) Moroccan immigrants and how it deeply affects the lives of two female teenagers that out of the common search for reason in this age, form a genuinely deep bond.I realize that i have been a little murky in my review but I can't give away the major plot advancements as well as detailing the vast (too vast, maybe) ensemble of characters and the drastic changes in their lives that bring the above referenced friendship to a crisis. I believe that the movie is aided with acting and wonderful colorful collage of the Israeli melting pot on the expense of emotional scenes that don't exude the emotional charge the director, Avi Nesher, hoped they would and the movie is a short of greatness primarily because of that.Nesher, who also directed my personal favorite Israeli film of all time (Halehaka), said on the premiere screening that i attended, that the movie is very personal and an attempt to create something to be moved by after years of Hollywood flicks he had trouble relating to. The movie moved him, I'm sure and it moved me too but not enough to call it a masterpiece or to learn the idea behind Cricket scoring.8 out of 10 in my FilmOmeter.P.S. For the conservative viewers among you, the movie is pretty explicit as far as nudity and intercourse are concerned. I found it slightly disturbing but in comparison to films like "y to mama tambien" or the Israeli "Late wedding" this film is a Disney production.