Kiss Me Kosher

That was great! Oh, that was so much fun.

Shira decides to marry Maria after a whirlwind romance, but the path of true love never did run smooth. They’re still getting to know each other really, and virgin-til-now Maria isn’t exactly delighted to find out Shira is a mad shagger who’s been through half the lesbians in Israel.

Add to that, Shira’s lefty, Palestinian-sympathetic ass is the black sheep of her family, with her IDF soldier sister and her settler da (who, by the way, is played by John Carroll Lynch. Which I was like, “Is that John Carroll Lynch? What the fuck’s Twisty the Clown doing in an Israeli lesbian rom-com?”). The deepest cut is when her freespirited grandma, who she is really close to, goes berserk at her having given the ancestral wedding ring, which was brought through the Shoah, to a German she’s only known for 5 minutes. Shira was counting on her grandma to have her back when it came to the family, and instead has her as the fiercest critic.

Maria, on the other hand, is finding out what it is like to be a controversial topic. The gay thing is a non-issue, but will she convert? What did her grandparents do in the war? Will she stay in Israel? What did her grandparents do in the war? Will they have a traditional wedding? Oh, and have we mentioned, what did her grandparents do in the war?

Shira and Maria are still trying to figure out their own stuff, without the baggage of a century of history. But again and again, they keep coming back to the fact that despite all the odds, what they have between them feels like something worth fighting for. But is 3 generations enough to heal this divide?

Funny and sweet, warm and just a little schmaltzy, a lovely wee film.