El Houb

This is a poorly executed story about being gay in a different culture. The story is told in an unnecessarily complicated fashion, using lots of flashbacks to provide context. At times, the flashbacks just add confusion, other times they just seem irrelevant. The dialog is sparse and the camera work jerking and nausea inducing. The pace of the narrative as it unfolds is excruciatingly slow and after a while one has to bring the fast forward button into frequent use. The ending is very much of a letdown as it really adds little in the way of a payoff to the story. The audio is poor and one can only assume that the film is low budget. The film seems to focus on being art house rather than just telling a story clearly and succinctly. Overall, a disappointing experience.

Karim uses the nobility and mischievousness he used in relating to his parents as a child as a last resort to deal with difficult issues in adulthood. It may seem desperate, and it is, but it is a brave thing to try. And that's what I find to be the differentiator in the film. The process of teaching the parents through a game where now they are all children and share their joys, nostalgia, whims and roles. Karim's persistence and patience are admirable because setting limits and teaching the family to love without prejudice can be one of the most difficult things to do.

It is also important to underline the complexity of the domestic sphere, where every open or closed door can drastically change the perception of family members and community life. Beyond the metaphors of coming out of the closet, it is relevant to show that not only the person has to go through this process of showing himself to the world as they are, but this affects everyone he knows and everyone has to live this process, which the film connects this personal journey and translates it also to the domestic physical space.

Saw El Houb and I have to say I've never been able to put myself into something so much. Everything was right down to the small details. Fahd who plays Karim has exceeded all expectations, really so good and great acting. Everything was right and I didn't have a moment when I thought I was watching a movie.

I want to thank you for giving the Moroccan queer community a voice.

And I know the struggles all too well.

Often our stories get lost, I have never felt so represented or understood in the media or anything until I saw El Houb.

You see your whole life flash by. The realization that you are not the only one dealing with the same struggles is a fact.

And of course every story is a different story and every situation is different. But you were so close that it gave me a sense of connection.

I sat in silence for several minutes afterwards. I was that impressed! What a beautiful film, the best in ages! Compliments to everyone, really great. Intimate and grand at the same time.

It feels liberating to no longer hide all our tears and sorrows. Funnily enough, you get sympathy for the parents simply because they act the way they act. Not in a way you can be proud of but with a lot of love. They also look for ways to protect their son and that makes them vulnerable. After all, Karim remains their son. I'm glad they aren't labeled as bad people. They sincerely have the best for us, even though we sometimes have different views.

This beautiful story has touched me so much that I realize that we are not always understood.. both in the queer community and in the Moroccan community.

All karim asks (for us too) is that little bit of empathy.

What I loved about the film is the fact that much of the dialogue between Karim, his parents and his little brother was spoken in Arabic (Derija). The authenticity is guaranteed and of high class. The closed door between them gives it a unique touch.

You can see that this film was made with love.

Really unique and amazing story, I love how they portray the homophobia in karim's family as sort of like a soft core homophobia where its not from a place of hate but from a place of anxiety brought on by lack of communication and fear. We can actually achieve a lot with open communication if only we can get through the initial difficulty of starting said communication.

I'm personally from a African background not morrocan though but enough to relate with the story especially with the communication bit and how Africans try their best to avoid certain discussions that are uncomfortable, and in my opinion it would do us a lot of good to change this rather than just sticking with a status quo.

While watching this, I got a phone call that I needed to answer so I paused. After the call, I had a look at the timings and 40 minutes had elapsed. I remember thinking to myself that I might not make it to the end - I had thought we were way past halfway. As it happens, I got to the end but it was hard.

Let me deal with the device of Karim sitting in a storage closet as a metaphor for his own closeted life. Critics and commentators have marvelled at this as a neat way to explain and mirror his existence. To me it was about the crassest and clunkiest imagery possible. No subtlety at all. I had to giggle to myself when I wondered how and where he would have gone to the loo.

Then there was the verisimilitude of the plot. Why was he caught in that way? Why a ring on the doorbell that day?

And if anyone believes that a Moroccan family as traditional as this one would tolerate their gay son sitting in the closet switching utilities off while trying to get them to accept he's gay, they ought to have another think coming. He'd be out, shunned, dead to them.

What was authentic in the film was the utter intolerance (engendered by religion) of overt difference. Living in each others pockets amongst nosey neighbours was true to life as well. Also the utter hypocrisy of this microcosm of Moroccan society within which man on man action is far more prevalent than in Western societies as long as it's hush hush.

However, the agonising of Karim, whom I found not to be a sympathetic character, was not plausible at all. Remember he was only coming out because he'd been caught. He'd have stayed in the closet for good had Kofi not answered the door. He'd have betrayed more people like Sofiane in his utter and profound need not to rock the boat.

As I said, I got to the end of the film. But I'd been bored. I know I'm going to get a load of down votes - I'm sure people rate on the simple fact that a film has a gay theme and not on its objective excellence. But this is my honest opinion. It's a pretty poor film.