I saw a masterpiece last night: “The Band’s Visit,” an exquisite, haunting movie. The characters stayed with me through the night – I kept seeing their faces and revisiting scenes from the film, tiny scenes that in retrospect are much deeper. On the surface a small Israeli film with a small folksy subject – an Egyptian police band arrive in the wrong Israeli town – it is a profound meditation on the moments that bring human beings together or keep them apart, the mutual needs of men and women, the transcendent power of music. And, not least, on the fundamental similarities between Arabs and Israelis. It also manages to be wry and funny.