Tannoura Maxi

A movie that gave me the desire to love, to think, to write about its small hidden and so interesting layers…

A narrator who has decided to peek through door locks … more specifically the one belonging to his parent's room. Idols who become puppets, manipulated by the hands of their own descendant. He digs into their privacy without restraint. He broadcasts their little secret with good conscience, and sometimes unconsciously…

Between the sacred and the profane, a sewing machine is in the act of stitching a hatching memory, a memory that seeks guiding points, among his toys, his photo albums, and his music box…

A memory of a child that arrogantly decides to exist before the meeting of his own parents, to even achieve attending their own marriage, to organize it, design it, imagine it, to film it… and above all to be put face to face with a camera that denudes, that unveils, that penetrates the absolute intimacy. The time machine will equate the 'sewing machine' that runs just as a negative roll would. A sewing machine with a series of Christmas lanterns that certainly served the small and old trees of grandmothers or old cousins decorating the plateau of an intimate shooting.

A child playing with the heels of his mother, who dances in her studio… What's in those boxes? Is it beads or buttons? Small toys or forgotten photo albums? Scissors? A story board? … A magazine of 82, Catherine Deneuve on the cover, existed on the set of that memory box, in the studio of a narrator who exhibits himself.

A real charming emotional movie to be definitely seen more than once… Eager to watch it again with in Italy in the very near future I hope.

When personal parentheses open, they give time for meditation, imagination… A powerful movie that leads to a real reflection in a period where movies are just an entertainment tool for pop corn grabber...

The images that remains in your head after watching this movie gives you pleasure even more than the moment you are watching it… An aesthetic based on the slow images at times but also on careful framing and cutting related to the emotion felt by the characters or the viewers themselves.

The thrust of aesthetics and film structure sent the film in certain moments, to a meditative- contemplative level, on a journey through time in an imaginary space ... From here, the relation between memory and the unreal create themes that justify the modern treatment sometimes.

The first intention was to confront the viewer with a film about a true story reproduced by the imagination of a child narrating it in his own way. In storytelling, the genre 'tale' is revealed… and the desire to keep a sensational spell, threw me without feeling in the romantics and particularly the colorful poetry.

An unexpected avant-guard treatment for a movie done with a lot of bravery, for a First Film signed by its director...

I have just watched Tannoura Maxi, All I have to say is Wow! Coming from a MIddle Eastern background myself I have deeply been touched by this movie. The storyline, is realistic as can be, I felt like I was living every moment. From beginning to end I was captured, the scenery was excellent,I loved the vivid sets that hold true to Lebanon's beauty, the characters, the sublime humor and of course who can forget the unforgettable Love story in between the two main characters!

This movie holds true to its roots and storyline, it is a must watch for anyone who is from the middle east or anywhere in the world! If you are interested in viewing a truly organic love story, this is the movie for you!

Love!

Poor story-line, poor scenario, poor performances.

The movie is full of eye-candy. Very little else, except quick-wins like the Rayovac commercial, the traditional dough-making scene, etc, obviously added in to trigger nostalgia without having any real role. Close-ups of the main characters and colorful scenic shots, despite their beauty, are excessive and quickly turn into a nuisance - a failed attempt to overshadow the lack of substance in the movie.

The love story fails to come across as genuine - as the rest of this movie.

Generally, presumptuous and a waste of time!

Amazing scenery of Love in contemporary Cinema… I had a lot of expectation for this film but when I saw it, my expectation was much lower then the power of this controversial movie… Some adored it, some other had their personnel opposite point of view, but for my side I never felt taken by an Arab movie as much as I was taken by "Tannoura Maxi"…

From the first image, the actress captivated me… she exhorted her inner demons and hooked me... She delivers from her insides, water, blood, and a living creature.

A woman who continues to capture attention, to capture us as a shutter would in a dark room, in his world of demon women, and innocent girls. She comes from the outside world, and penetrates the village, taking away the community's virginity. A little refugee girl becomes the refuge of a man, about to undertake in a mission of life. She comes as a matador to prove herself and bear out her passion. Never lacking Red, she will mark the stones, soil the village, and invade the monasteries. She will transform the cassock into a Maxi skirt. She will fall madly in love, and will drown in a revolted sea of agitated waves. Silently, she will deploy her charm, and will function through her emotions. She becomes unveiled when facing love, and her fragility suddenly becomes manipulative.

A Film that's much more like a moving modern art, and a moving Romanesque painting… Watching it several times is a must to get lost in each of it's wonderful shades...