Last night was No. 17 (imdb | rotten tomatoes | hot docs), the recorded account of a film crew who tries to discover the identity of an anonymous victim of a bus bombing in Israel. It played out like a real-life episode of Law & Order or CSI, but with a much more jarring backdrop: over the course of the movie’s filming, several other bombings occur. Alongside the tremendous tension of the hunt for victim No. 17, there’s a palpable sense of anxiety that I, being raised in peaceful, boring Nova Scotia, simply can’t appreciate or even understand.

But that’s reality. And for 76 minutes, that’s what we felt.