Un apretón de manos histórico

The scouts

A three-minute sabotage of one of history's most sanctified moments—the audacity to hinge geopolitical consequence on a *misunderstanding* at the Rabin-Arafat handshake is exactly the kind of absurdist premise that makes the art-film consensus groan and then admit you're right. Nobody else would've found comedy in that particular wound.

Laplace demonstrates formal precision in collapsing grand historical ceremony into intimate comedic timing; the film's restraint—allowing the absurdity to emerge from situation rather than explanation—places it firmly in the lineage of Keatonesque visual gag cinema applied to political theater.

The entire engine of this film rests on a single decision: to play the historical gravity completely straight while the frame quietly dismantles it, and that tonal calibration—neither winking nor didactic—is what transforms a one-line premise into something that actually lands.