Meni Aviram

Meni Aviram has a pretty wild range, honestly. He’s not one of those directors who just sticks to one thing—nope, he’ll jump from a gritty crime kitchen in HaTabach (2020) to the sharp, twisty humor of Bloody Murray (2022), and then somehow land on the gut-punch reality of The Children of October 7 (2025). Dude’s like a chameleon but for stories. So, HaTabach is not your typical food drama. Forget about those glossy shots of soufflés and slow-mo chopping. It’s raw, packed with tension, and the kitchen feels more like a battlefield than a bistro. You end up caring way more about the people sweating over the stoves than the food itself, which is kinda wild for this genre. Then you’ve got Bloody Murray, which is just… weirdly hilarious and dark at the same time. It’s got this dry, almost self-aware humor, poking fun at relationships and all the messiness that comes with them. The characters don’t always say the right thing, and the script doesn’t try to clean it up, which makes it feel super real. And then, outta nowhere, The Children of October 7, which is way heavier. This one doesn’t mess around—it digs into trauma, loss, and, honestly, the stuff people don’t want to talk about. But Aviram doesn’t let it get all melodramatic. There’s this steady, honest vibe running through it, and it makes you sit up and pay attention. In short, if you want films that actually stick with you and don’t just fade out after the credits roll, Meni Aviram’s your guy.