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By David Poland poland@moviecitynews.com

Film Forum Plays With 'Paper Dolls' at Wednesday Premiere

You know how it goes: You read a film synopsis and say to yourself, “What the fuck is that?” To wit, the premise of Tomer Heymann’s charming, absorbing documentary Paper Dolls, which kicked off its New York run Wednesday night at Film Forum: A group of transgendered Filipinos, shunned in their native communities, settle in Tel Aviv as caretakers of elderly, mostly Orthodox Jewish men. At night. as the drag troupe Paper Dolls, they build a club audience even as their adopted culture turns against foreign workers and threatens both the ragtag family and professional stability they have established in Israel.

As one of director Tomer Heymann’s Paper Dolls, Sally Comatoy (right) gets a diction lesson from Chaim Amir (Photo: Strand Releasing)

And even that much, despite its seeming convolution, probably oversimplifies. The five years Heymann spent chronicling his subjects yields an omnipresence, depth and emotional texture revealing the Dolls’ limbo between gender, sexuality, religion, work and law. As their confidant both on- and off-camera, Heymann personalizes his story without condescending or overindulging himself; his classical tendency to symbolize his viewer–curious, unwavering, sympathetic–softens Paper Dolls‘ DIY edges as well as affirms its thoughtful, thought-provoking humanity.
“It’s really, really special being here,” Heymann said Wednesday, introducing his film. “This movie was already in Berlin and already in Los Angeles, but tonight, it’s the new print, so it’s really the real movie for me. So tonight I can look at the screen and say ‘bye-bye’ and ‘shalom’ to this movie. I especially need to say thank you to my amazing, beautiful characters–the Paper Dolls. I’m sorry they’re not here; right now they’re in London and Manila and they don’t have the choice or the freedom of the possibility to come here tonight. And they couldn’t go to Berlin, and they couldn’t go to Tel Aviv because–it’s crazy–they just don’t have the possibility. So when you watch this film, I’d ask that you send them your love.”
While you are at it, send Strand Releasing your love for picking this one up; it is a brave, rewarding, good film–the type you do not soon forget and, for weeks afterward, in the hype and furor of another bloated autumn, are grateful to have seen.

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