Written and directed by Aharon Keshales and Navot Papushado.
The scene: two men, Dror and Micki, imprisoned in a basement. Micki’s a cop, Dror an accused pedophile. Their captor, Gidi, is a father. His daughter’s corpse was found in the woods, missing a head. Gidi wants to know where Dror has buried the head. His plan: torture Dror by breaking his fingers and pulling out his toenails. Eventually, once he’s learned what he wants to know, Gidi plans to cut Dror’s head off with a rusty saw. Micki, the cop, is a tough guy with a conscience, and his conscience got in the way, so he’s handcuffed to a pipe, helpless to watch as all manner of torture is wrought upon the shackled Dror. At one point, Gidi bakes a cake laced with sedatives and plans to feed Dror a slice, if only because this is one of the methods Dror has allegedly employed on his victims: he drugs them with sweets, violates them, tortures them, and decapitates them. “I put one candle,” Gidi says, presenting the slice of cake to Dror, who is strapped to a chair, his fingers already broken by a hammer. “At our age, many candles would be impolite.”
Did I mention this is a comedy?