I love the concept of what does it mean to be home, what is a home. I love that it focuses on an older woman rediscovering the pleasures of life. which is almost never portrayed (especially les plaisirs de la chair)

but the more i think about it, the more the narcissism and apathy of the mother overshadows all of that. how do you not care at all about your daughter, who has never asked you anything ever since she moved out at 17, begging and crying on her knees to let her sell the house. 
how was she born and raised in Tanger for like 80 raised and does not speak a word of darija. how is she so insensitive and details about her sex life to her silent nun and CONTINUES to talk about herself to the DEAD nun like bruh, can you be any more self centred. i’m sure that nun became her best friend bc she was able to just talk about herself for hours. 
as a moroccan, I thought this movie would be refreshing and nostalgic since it was directed by a moroccan woman. but it seems obvious who the real audience was. 
especially when she told her downstairs neighbour to publicized selling beer ?!?! how insensitive and uncultured. she’s been living in Tanger for her entire life and doesn’t know most moroccan people don’t drink nor have sex before marriage ?! Things like that that européens would overlook and think it’s cute and normal but it’s only colonialism. 
non-respect for the culture or the religion (islam and christianism) (i say that as a non-religious) 

movie made for old white mothers .

I love the concept of what does it mean to be home, what is a home. I love that it focuses on an older woman rediscovering the pleasures of life. which is almost never portrayed (especially les plaisirs de la chair)

but the more i think about it, the more the narcissism and apathy of the mother overshadows all of that. how do you not care at all about your daughter, who has never asked you anything ever since she moved out at 17, begging and crying on her knees to let her sell the house. 
how was she born and raised in Tanger for like 80 raised and does not speak a word of darija. how is she so insensitive and details about her sex life to her silent nun and CONTINUES to talk about herself to the DEAD nun like bruh, can you be any more self centred. i’m sure that nun became her best friend bc she was able to just talk about herself for hours. 
as a moroccan, I thought this movie would be refreshing and nostalgic since it was directed by a moroccan woman. but it seems obvious who the real audience was. 
especially when she told her downstairs neighbour to publicized selling beer ?!?! how insensitive and uncultured. she’s been living in Tanger for her entire life and doesn’t know most moroccan people don’t drink nor have sex before marriage ?! Things like that that européens would overlook and think it’s cute and normal but it’s only colonialism. 
non-respect for the culture or the religion (islam and christianism) (i say that as a non-religious) 

movie made for old white mothers .

Lovely

Lovely

This is one of the few films that makes me feel optimistic about aging. Huge accomplishment, if you ask me.

This is one of the few films that makes me feel optimistic about aging. Huge accomplishment, if you ask me.

I wish I watched this movie with my family, it’s so us I mean Tangier and Spain and grandmas, and bargaining for antiques in Spanish and Moroccan. But they’re not into drama movies like this. If this was a horror we’d all watch it. 

Anyway I never thought I’d see a movie representing the connection between Tangier and Spain like this. How many abuelas used to live there and that literally all of Tangier used to speak Spanish. It was a beautiful movie, exploring the connection between ethnicity and the place you call home. It represented all the little details so well like the baqal bringing up her groceries, sending money to the little boy to pay her electricity and water bills for her, the cafe next door that brings in a lot of money bcs the men love their football and tea and then stealing the cafes idea by hosting it at her flat instead. How close the neighbours are. It was just so like is this how Koreans feel watching kdramas and Americans watching euphoria, and brits watching skins? It was so crazy to me seeing the boulevard from the taxi window omg. 

I discovered this movie because my dad told me I reminded him of Farida Benlyazd, and I will watch one of her movies soon trust but then found out Maryam who’s also a Moroccan director and then saw Calle Malaga and I was like come on now. This is so perfect. Anyways yeah such a good sentimental movie I loved it.

I wish I watched this movie with my family, it’s so us I mean Tangier and Spain and grandmas, and bargaining for antiques in Spanish and Moroccan. But they’re not into drama movies like this. If this was a horror we’d all watch it. 

Anyway I never thought I’d see a movie representing the connection between Tangier and Spain like this. How many abuelas used to live there and that literally all of Tangier used to speak Spanish. It was a beautiful movie, exploring the connection between ethnicity and the place you call home. It represented all the little details so well like the baqal bringing up her groceries, sending money to the little boy to pay her electricity and water bills for her, the cafe next door that brings in a lot of money bcs the men love their football and tea and then stealing the cafes idea by hosting it at her flat instead. How close the neighbours are. It was just so like is this how Koreans feel watching kdramas and Americans watching euphoria, and brits watching skins? It was so crazy to me seeing the boulevard from the taxi window omg. 

I discovered this movie because my dad told me I reminded him of Farida Benlyazd, and I will watch one of her movies soon trust but then found out Maryam who’s also a Moroccan director and then saw Calle Malaga and I was like come on now. This is so perfect. Anyways yeah such a good sentimental movie I loved it.

Objectively sweet movie, but too melodramatic for me

Objectively sweet movie, but too melodramatic for me