Beaufort the movie - Emule d/l

[Moledet]

http://www.fbisearchengine.com/index.php?q=%D7%91%D7%95%D7%A4%D7%95%D7%A8%20%20/%20Bufor&siteName=wnet.co.il
P2P is legal in Israel so I see no problem with posting this link.
All the Israelis that boycotted the movie, WELL DONE!

Right now there aren't any subtitles so if you know a guy that knows how to make subtitles and he speaks Hebrew than translate this movie.

[-peacemaker-]

I don't know any hebrew :( how about a description of what the movie is about? and hopefully somebody can get the subtitles then maybe I'll dl it. :)

[Indipuk]

From wikipedia

Beaufort (Hebrew (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hebrew_language): בופור‎ is a 2007 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2007_in_film) Israeli War (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War)/Drama (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drama) film directed by Joseph Cedar (http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Joseph_Cedar&action=edit) based on Ron Leshem (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ron_Leshem)'s book Im Yesh Gan Eden (http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Im_Yesh_Gan_Eden&action=edit) (If There is a Heaven).
The movie is a story about an IDF (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel_Defense_Forces) unit stationed at the Beaufort (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beaufort_Castle%2C_Lebanon) post in Southern Lebanon (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lebanon) and their commander, Liraz Liberti who was the last commander on the Beaufort castle before the Israeli (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel) withdrawal in 2000 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2000).

The story takes place in the year 2000, the year of the IDF withdrawal from south Lebanon. The setting for the film is a 12th century Crusader stronghold in southern Lebanon, just prior to Israel's withdrawal from that country in 2000. Israel's sudden withdrawal from Beaufort and Lebanon after 18 years of occupation is the backdrop for Cedar's film, which outlines the daily routine of a group of soldiers, their feelings and their fears, and explores their moral dilemmas in the days preceding the withdrawal.
The movie's director, himself an IDF veteran who was stationed in Lebanon, uses the stone walls of Beaufort castle as a symbol of the futility and endlessness of war. The film was shot in northern Israel in the spring of 2006. Symbolically, filming was completed in June, just a month before the second war in Lebanon broke out.



All the Israelis that boycotted the movie, WELL DONE!



What is the reason to boycott this movie?

[Moledet]

Most of the cast of this movie didn't serve in the IDF or did any national service.
They say that they did this in order to promote their acting career and not out of ideological/medical reasons. So if they do nothing to contribute to the country while most of the rest do than they can go f*ck themselves.

[Indipuk]

So the only reason why you want people to boycott this movie is just because cast didn't serve in military? Oh my God... :cantbeli:
Look at Hollywood mate. Most of their movie heroes has never seen real gun in their life.

[afreu]

Wow you Israelis got some serious problems.

[Moledet]

So the only reason why you want people to boycott this movie is just because cast didn't serve in military? Oh my God... :cantbeli:
Look at Hollywood mate. Most of their movie heroes has never seen real gun in their life.
It's one thing to not serve in the army when you don't have to, it's a whole another thing to dodge the draft and disobey/trick the law. The law in Israel states that every man/woman at the age of 18 must join the IDF apart of Israeli Arabs and Orthodox Jews. Since they are not Arabs or Orthodox they must serve in the military or if they can't out of ideological reasons than they should do national service.
These people were released from the army for various reasons, but they lied to be released. The only reason they wanted to be released is to advance their acting career, in other words they are selfish a**holes.

Maybe in the states or wherever you live it's not such a big deal to not serve in the army, but here young men are giving at least 3 years of their life in the military and later do reserve duty up until they are 40. The director shouldn't have chosen a cast of draft dodgers to play real soldiers that actually died at that place, he should have given jobs to actors that did serve.

[1911-a1]

is there a torrent for this movie?

[Moledet]

is there a torrent for this movie?
Here:
http://www.downrev.net
But you need to signup.

[GiladS]

Moledet,

Apart from Itay Tiran and Itay Turgeman, whom of the other actors are you 100% sure didn't serve in the army or do any sort of national service (Oshry Cohen served for one year in the army)?

Anyway, regardless of any boycott... over 90,000 people watched the movie during the first 10 days of its release.

[Golani68]

Link to the films web site


www.bufor.co.il

[IDF_TANKER]

http://www.fbisearchengine.com/index.php?q=%D7%91%D7%95%D7%A4%D7%95%D7%A8%20%20/%20Bufor&siteName=wnet.co.il
P2P is legal in Israel so I see no problem with posting this link.
All the Israelis that boycotted the movie, WELL DONE!

Right now there aren't any subtitles so if you know a guy that knows how to make subtitles and he speaks Hebrew than translate this movie.

So let me get it right - you are boycotting the movie by advertising it..?
Come on, man...

[1911-a1]

Here:
http://www.downrev.net
But you need to signup.

Thank you :D speed is around 3mb/s :D


edit: its downloaded now. took me only 7 minutes to get all the 888mb. sweeeeeeeeet :D

[Rictor]

So let me get it right - you are boycotting the movie by advertising it..?
Come on, man...

Well he's making it available for free, so it's still in effect a boycott. It looks like an interesting flick, I'll check around in a few months to see if there are subtitles ("Mazel Tov" is the extent of my Hebrew knowledge)

[Moledet]

So let me get it right - you are boycotting the movie by advertising it..?
Come on, man...
I am not advertising, I am letting people to download it for free. There are quite a few Israelis around here that want to watch and haven't and I bet the Lebanese here are pretty interested but they'll have to wait for subtitles.

Anyway, I finished watching it. Overall it's a nice film, nothing spectacular.

[OttawaLoneWolf]

So let me get it right - you are boycotting the movie by advertising it..?
Come on, man...


or ! he is doing reverse sth sth .....mmm SMART

[eilaw]

Moledet,

I totally understand your sentiments. I met this one Israeli guy who bragged to me about how much money his parents spent to get him out of military service. I lost a lot of respect for him after hearing him say that.


It's one thing to not serve in the army when you don't have to, it's a whole another thing to dodge the draft and disobey/trick the law. The law in Israel states that every man/woman at the age of 18 must join the IDF apart of Israeli Arabs and Orthodox Jews. Since they are not Arabs or Orthodox they must serve in the military or if they can't out of ideological reasons than they should do national service.
These people were released from the army for various reasons, but they lied to be released. The only reason they wanted to be released is to advance their acting career, in other words they are selfish a**holes.

Maybe in the states or wherever you live it's not such a big deal to not serve in the army, but here young men are giving at least 3 years of their life in the military and later do reserve duty up until they are 40. The director shouldn't have chosen a cast of draft dodgers to play real soldiers that actually died at that place, he should have given jobs to actors that did serve.

[GiladS]

The book, now in English (to be released on Dec 26).


http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51oyHauNYjL._SS500_.jpg


Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Chapter One

A lot of people have lost a lot of people since we lost Yonatan. We’ve lost others since then, too, because another war broke out and everything got more savage. But more indifferent, too. And who’s got enough time on his hands to deal with what happened back then? When it broke out we lost Barnoy. Then another eleven guys. And when the numbers stabilized at nine hundred and twenty and it looked like it was over, we lost Koka’s brother, who’d followed in his footsteps and enlisted with us. We’ve made love a thousand times since then, it’s not like we haven’t, and we’ve laughed a thousand times. We went on to other places, we escaped and came back, we remembered. But quietly. We imagined how we’ll return to the fortress, to our mountain. There’ll be a hotel there, maybe. Or a place for lovers to park. Or maybe it will be deserted. There’ll be peace. And I will lead her along the paths, we’ll walk hand in hand. “Here, baby, this is exactly where it happened.” And stone by stone I’ll show her. She might even ask if that’s the whole story. “How can that be the whole story? What made you cry so much, it’s actually really beautiful and peaceful here, everything’s green with trees, and quiet. This is the place where you broke down?”

Try to imagine that they stick you high up on a mountain cliff, higher than the roof of the Azrieli Building. How could you not have a breathtaking view? Here it’s wide expanses of green countryside checkered with patches of brown and red, snowy mountains, frothing rivers, narrow, winding, deserted European roads, and the sweetest wind there is. Zitlawi used to say that air like this should be bottled and sold to rich people on the north side of Tel Aviv. Christ, what quality. So ****ing pastoral you could cut the calm with a knife. Our sunsets, too, they’re the most beautiful on the planet, and the sunrises are even more beautiful, glimmering serenity from the roof of the world. Bring a girl or two here when the sky is orange and you’ve got it made. And dawn, an amazing cocktail of deep blue and turquoise and wine red and thin strips of pink, like an oil painting on canvas. And the deep wadi that twists away from the big rock we’re sitting on. Try to explain how this could be the place where you broke down.

But from that night I remember the lights of Kiryat Shmona, on the Israeli side of the border, as they recede on the horizon, and everyone’s beating hearts—I swear it, I can hear them as we make our way up to the top that very first time. And from minute to minute it’s getting colder. There’s not a living soul around except for us, practically not a single village in our zone, either. The convoy crawls along, gets swallowed up in a thick fog, there’s no seeing more than a hundred yards ahead. Tanks are spread along the road to provide cover for us. From a slit near the roof of the Safari I try to figure out how far along we’ve come, silently poring over the map of danger spots and racing through an abbreviated battle history, muttering because no talking is allowed. Where will the evil flare out from? I suddenly have the urge to shout to the commanding officer that we’ve gone too far, but I bite my lip and remain silent. From this moment on nobody can tell me anymore “You haven’t got a clue what Lebanon is, wait’ll you get there.” I’m there, finally, that’s what’s important. A long line, heavy traffic: a supply Safari, a GI Safari, a diesel Safari, behind these an ordnance truck with a big crane, an Abir truck carrying a doctor and a medic, another GI Safari, the commander’s Hummer, the lieutenant’s Hummer, and an Electronic Warfare Hummer. Oshri asks if I’ve brought my lucky underwear with me. I gesture to him that I’m wearing them. After all, our good fortune depends on my lucky underwear. I’m wearing them, even if that means thirty-two days without washing them.

And I remember how the gate of the outpost opens to let us in, how the Safari comes to a halt inside a cloud. Everyone grabs hold of whatever’s lying around—bags, equipment, your own or someone else’s—and runs like hell inside. The commanders curse under their breath—“Out of the vehicles, run, get a move on!”—and people go down, people come up, you’re not allowed to stand in place, you have to grab some shelter. When the parking area fills up with dozens of soldiers the enemy fires salvoes of mortar shells. And I try, but I can’t see anything, don’t recognize anyone around me, grab hold of the shirt of some soldier I don’t know and get pulled along after him. I’m thrown into a crowded maze, surrounded by thick concrete on all sides, long passageways with no entrance or exit, rooms leading to steep dead-end stairways, cul-de-sacs, and a collection of larger rooms lit up in red, with low ceilings and stretchers. Thirty seconds later I’m already in one of the bomb shelters, a long and narrow alcove, a kind of underground cavern with concave walls covered in rusting metal and cramped three-layer bunk beds hanging by heavy iron chains from the ceiling.

welcome to downtown someone has carved over the doorway, and inside the air is stuffy, suffocating, a stench of sweat overwhelms you again and again, in waves. This pit, called “the submarine,” is where my entire life will be taking place from now on. I consider a quick trip to the toilet. A seasoned sergeant tells me to follow the blue light to the end of the hall and take a right, but he informs me I’ll need a battle vest and a helmet. I decide to hold it in. What’s the matter, is there a war on or something? I’m really not in the mood to go up in smoke here right now. Back then it seemed like it was light-years away when all it was was thirty, forty feet, three green toilets with a graffiti welcome—i came, i saw, i conquered. julius caesar—and an official military sign commanding users do not leave pieces of **** on the toilet seat so there is never any chance of forgetting where you are living. And in the morning, with the first sunrise, as the view of Lebanon spreads out before us like an endless green ocean, our commanding officer makes his opening statement, which he has undoubtedly been rehearsing for weeks, maybe months, or maybe it has been handed down through the generations: “Welcome. If there is a heaven, this is what it looks like, and if there is a hell, this is how it feels. The Beaufort outpost.”

Once, Lila asked me what exactly Beaufort is and I thought how difficult it is to explain in words. You have to be there to understand, and even that’s not enough. Because Beaufort is a lot of things. Like any military outpost, Beaufort is backgammon, Turkish coffee, and cheese toasts. You play backgammon for cheese toasts, whoever loses makes them for everyone—killer cheese toasts with pesto. When things are really boring, you play poker for cigarettes. Beaufort is living without a single second of privacy, long weeks with the squad, one bed pushed up against the next, the ability to pick out the smell from every guy’s boots in your sleep. With your eyes closed and at any given moment being able to name the guy who farted by the smell alone. This is how true friendship is measured. Beaufort is lying to your mother on the phone so she won’t worry. You always say, “Everything’s great, I just finished showering and I’m off to bed,” when in fact you haven’t showered for twenty-one days, the water in the tanks has been used up, and in another minute you’re going up for guard duty. And not just any guard duty but the scariest position there is. When she asks when you’re coming home you answer in code. “Mom, you know the name of the neighbor’s dog? I’m out of here on the day that begins with the same letter.” What’s most important is to keep Hezbollah from listening in and figuring out when to bomb your convoy. You really want to tell her you love her, that you miss her, but you can’t, because your entire squad is there. If you say it you’ll be giving them ammunition for months, they’ll tear you apart with humiliation. And then there’s the worst situation of all: in the middle of a conversation with your mother the mortar shells start blowing up around you. She hears an explosion and then the line goes dead. She’s over there shaking, certain her kid’s been killed, waiting on the balcony for a visit from the army bereavement team. You can’t stop thinking about her, feeling sorry for her, but it might be days before the phone line to the command post can be reconnected. Worry. That’s the reason I preferred not to call at all. I told my mother I’d been transferred to a base right on the border, near the fence, Lebanon lite, not at all deep in—not way deep in Lebanon—so that she’d sleep at night. Gut feeling, you ask? She knew the truth the whole time, even if she won’t admit it to this day.

Beaufort is the Southern Lebanese Army, local Christians, a crazy bunch of Phalangists. Cigarettes in their mouths all day long. Smelly, wild, funny. They come in every morning at eight o’clock and we put a guard on them. They build, renovate whatever’s been destroyed by the air raids, do what they’re told. They’re not allowed inside the secure area, not even permitted near the dining room.

http://www.amazon.com/Beaufort-Ron-Leshem/dp/0553806823/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1196713162&sr=1-1