This story is about a unique Yiddish theater in NY, it's about disappearance of traditions, it's about change of generations and fragile balance of relationships between old and new, it's about greatness of NY as a multicultural center. The story is small, but heartbreaking. It's about our roots and predecessors, whoever you are, whatever confession you are. The technical quality of the film is not that great, but at the end it's a very low budget film about a theater that struggles to survive without financial support and enough money for higher end production and P&A budget. But this film has a lot of heart. It lets its heroes speak for themselves, and it's almost impossible not to feel the pain of main characters, who are real people. At the end, this film is a part of human history and will service future generations as another reflection of who are Jews, what is New York, and a thing called time, which is unstoppable, more often cruel than not, but unable to break a human spirit.
