A great subject squandered: Golda reviewed

Born in Tsarist Kyiv in 1898, Golda Meir grew up with what she called a ‘pogrom complex’. That perhaps explained why later, as Israeli prime minister, she had such harsh words for Palestinians and Arabs. But then she had harsh words for a lot of people. Moses, she complained, ‘took us 40 years through the desert in order to bring us to the one spot in the Middle East that has no oil’. Women’s Lib, she averred, was ‘foolishness’, since the real discrimination was that men were unable to bear children.

An inspired phrase-maker, a phenomenal organiser, a patriotic socialist who, as Labour minister, had practically created Israel’s welfare state, Meir makes an inviting subject for a biopic. And Golda starts in the right place, with the prime minister (Helen Mirren underneath three-and-a-half hours of make-up) walking through a crowd of protestors on her way to the 1973-4 inquiry into the Yom Kippur War. Was Golda the saviour of her country, having readied the army for a potential invasion by Syria and Egypt despite the complacent do-nothing advice of her intelligence officials? Or was she out of her depth, having done too little, too late to anticipate a catastrophic attack that took 2,500 Israeli lives?

The protestors’ faces, however, are blurred, and throughout the film the Israeli people – the real protagonists – are strangely absent. When Golda addresses the nation, we see her speaking to the cameras, but there is no shot of families at home, crowded around the TV and wondering whether they face annihilation. The director Guy Nattiv has said he wanted to reproduce the claustrophobic atmosphere of the Tel Aviv HQ, and he succeeds. But claustrophobia only works if it is accompanied by a certain amount of dramatic energy.

True, Mirren channels Golda’s brisk authority, putting generals in their place and strongarming Henry Kissinger (Liev Schreiber) into sending American materiel.