Postcards picturing a collective nightmare of cyclical absurdity, fraught with contradictions; fragments from a collective dream of freedom. This works so well because it moves so fluidly and confidently, carrying a belief in the power of an image, an inside joke, a history. Absurdity made to seem so natural, antagonism and hatred so blatant, it's easy to adopt the exhaustion worn by Suleiman as he stares after Israeli police storming his home, but it's integral we take on the anger, the fight (Adan unveiling the farce of repressive state apparatus), and the hope. Palestine will be free.

I absolutely love the running gag of breaking up a fight between two people in a car, before then placing them back in the car together and sending them off (capturing my sense of humour perfectly.) I definitely need to start watching the rest of Elia Suleiman's work!