Cinema is a pleasant fiction. God is a useful elaboration of texts and emotions. Religion is a useful fiction, a construction on absence and death. The Talmud is a bushy bunch of burning questions, to explore or not, for the Talmud is keen on democracy and freedom of speech. Contrary to formal logic, TEHILIM begins with answers, then makes way for questions, or rather the characters are living questions who touch one another sometimes, even hug when mother gives a cuddle to son. TEHILIM also turns us moviegoers into uncomfortably seated questions. TEHILIM is a short story, not a novel, which sails at full speed from illusion to allusion. TEHILIM is a beautiful tale, a silent movie of sorts, for us to make use of.