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Hot Docs 2015 Review: The Sandwich Nazi

A fascinating study of layers of self-awareness and definitely leaves its audience hungry for more.

The documentary The Sandwich Nazi by Canadian Lewis Bennett is successful for one major reason: the way that it handles its subject, deli owner Salem Kahil.

The entire film seems as though Kahil is hamming it up for the cameras, with talk of various types of sex and his experiences as an escort, and to the mysterious stains on the floor of his restaurant, (and sandwiches), but Bennett and his crew are slow and deliberate in revealing that there is much more to Kahil than his boastfulness.

There are a few swerves in The Sandwich Nazi, and while some of them are quite somber, the ones at the end of the film feel absolutely necessary and liberating, (and extremely funny, too)

This is the kind of film that exists to disprove the notion that many documentaries all feel similar, as The Sandwich Nazi is incredibly difficult to classify, and yet feels acutely aware of the levels of artifice.

It is unclear as to whether or not Kahil possesses a similar degree of characterization or not. After all, the title is a take on a Seinfeld episode.

A fascinating study of layers of self-awareness and definitely leaves its audience hungry for more.

  • It is so sad that the producer did not really dig any deeper to reflect a true image of me.

    My life is not about masturbation and being rude to my customers.

    I think what he put, in what supposed to be “a Documentary” and turn into a movie
    for sale, whatever it sells as a movie and not a documentary.

    The people that Mr. Bennett interviewed were the least sincere people:

    – One of them solicited me for lots on money on at least 2 different occasions and
    when I refused she never came back for volunteers.

    – Other people: ask for a loan and I did not hear from them for few months. They ended by paying me back, but since the minutes one they got the money and they never came back to volunteer or even contacted me.

    – She said I showed her my Penis. I would not do it when she was there.

    – The guy who gave 25 guitars: I would cut my penis and see it jumping on the ground if he was telling the truth.

    – And way more Mr. Bennett and his team were interested in what it sell and making money instead of making a true honest documentary.

    They never told me that they were making a movie. The truth is this film does not pay justice to who I am and does not give a full sincere image about who I am. Practically, I was deceived.

    I was hoping this “movie” documentary would be about the volunteers and
    their good will to help and be there for me when I needed them the most.

    In that documentary “movie” did not even say why I am so in loved with
    the poor people and why I decided to help them!

    My opinion, this documentary is very poorly and cheaply done and it does
    not reflect my personality and how I am.

    The sandwich
    Nazi/Salam Kahil

  • It so amazing how much lies could be made for money. Calum MacLeod, I hardly ever saw him. I would say, I met him 4 or 5 times at the most.

    When Charles Mair, the guy with a tattoo of me on his ass, tried to raise money to pay for it and he made a promise to give me whatever extra he may raise. my answer was to him, and to Lewis Bennett was no one should ever or allowed to raise money for any reason using me or my name. So Charles stopped and Lewis Bennett agreed.

    when I went to Austin Texas for SXSW film festival, I was not aware of the commercializing of the documentary. Lewis Bennett apologized and refunded me the cost of my trip. a check of $3000.00 was giving to me and I cashed it. He contacted me many times and he even came to my deli with his brother to apologize and ask me to meet. I declined. I do not negotiate with liars. I accept an apology for a mistake and not for a, on purpose, wrong doing. when anyone apologize after, willigly, hurts and deceives someone, is like a fart on a marble and it does not leave any mark or marks. fame and success were more important than their honor, promises and obligations.