On November 4, 1995, at 9:45 pm, Israeli prime minister Yitzhak Rabin was assassinated in Tel Aviv as he left a peace rally. Three weeks later, Amos Gitai returned to Israel in search of traces of this event. For three months he crossed the length and breadth of the country, from the Golan Heights to Gaza, from Tel Aviv to Haifa. "In this melancholic undertaking," wrote Laurent Roth in Cahiers du cinéma, "no one image seems adequate: the film borrows from all forms of cinema—investigative documentary, autobiographic film, road movie, rock movie—finally to be satisfied with none of these. And yet . . . this cinematic mausoleum finds its coherence, gradually weaving the threads of dialogue between the dead man and all those places and people that Gitai convokes to his mental arena."