Jonathan Barsade

Jonathan Barsade’s film The Children of October 7 (2025) doesn’t exactly tiptoe around the big stuff. The story drops you smack in the aftermath of a world-shifting event—October 7—and focuses on the kids who, honestly, never asked for any of this chaos. No sugarcoating here: families are ripped apart, confusion’s everywhere, and survival feels like it’s hanging by a thread. At the heart of it all? A group of teenagers who find themselves thrown together, not because they want to be, but because the world outside just stopped making sense. Some lost parents, some lost homes, and all of them, really, are stumbling through the ruins trying to figure out what the hell comes next. You get these raw moments—anger, fear, and that weird, stubborn hope that refuses to die even when everything looks trashed. Barsade doesn’t shy away from the ugly stuff, either. There’s blame, there’s guilt, there’s the kind of silence that lasts way too long. But there’s also this scrappy determination, a sense that these kids might just claw their way toward something better, even if it’s messy and nobody’s handing out easy answers. The film leans hard into the reality that after tragedy, there’s no neat resolution. It’s about holding on, even if you’re just barely hanging there. If you’re looking for a glossy, feel-good ride, look elsewhere. But if you want something real, raw, and painfully honest—yeah, this one’s for you.