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Trances is a documentary/concert film hybrid that you either get on the vibe of or you don't so much. I did, and the concert footage is spectacular; Eastern music is so mesmerizing because of the repetition and the groove that these musicians get into in song after song can't help one but want to move around the room as it plays and goes around like a slinky animal going in beautiful circles.

There's a complexity in the simplicity of the musicianship if that makes sense, that it must take years of becoming a fully integrated unit and to be on the same wavelength as everyone else in the group in order to create harmony and a connection not just with themselves but the audience, so it doesn't matter so much that it's many of the same notes.... it has the same kind of momentum as certain kinds of punk rock in a way, or even like the Stooges or Velvet Underground with some of their deliberately long songs (Sister Ray, Funhouse).

It may be a little more scattershot as a documentary, mostly because the director is largely concentrated to just observe the musicians - to the point of conversations losing any focus - as they talk and sometimes argue and some political digressions in the middle (with a couple of key moments of history on the music that I wished were a little more jn depth or thorough for context, like imagine the Beatles talking about Little Richard and youd never heard his stuff before).

I felt a little too ignorant on the politics of the region except the Band sings about general oppression and it likely leans into some religious terrain, though I could be wrong. If I knew who the members were a little more I'd feel something, but that's not what the director is going for - he gets their natural thoughts and down to earth philosophy in spots and that's cool.

Trances is directed with a calm and confident eye, not a verite influence of like the Maysles or Pennebaker going in and that works for this tone where people sometimes drift into a moment like the one guy with the yellow head-scarf who comes in with his flute and he and one of the drummers gets into a groove right away ("Hamdouchi" I think it was called for the rhythm). My point in this review is to note that if you're a college student with friends in your dorm with a good bit of substances, this is perfect to accompany your trip.

This documentary on Moroccan superstar band Nass El Ghiwane transported me to another culture and style of music, and for that alone, it was a joy watching. There is so much power in the call and response vocalization, with lyrics dealing with politics, love, peace, and the struggle of what it means to be Moroccan in a way that seems to embrace the listener. There is also hypnotic power in the percussion and banjo work, music which puts the listener in a reverie while expressing a universal fellowship. I wish more Americans would experience the music along with the translated lyrics, as I have to believe their humanism would help build a bridge between the two worlds.

I loved how director Ahmed El Maanouni often gave us street scenes and those of everyday people while we hear a song, emphasizing the connection between performer and where they're from. Be forewarned though, there is a shot of an animal writhing around after its neck has been cut, apparently a sacrifice, which, while very brief, was disturbing.

To someone more versed in Moroccan history and music the film would undoubtedly have been easier to follow; for me, a novice, a little more structure or explanation would have helped at times. However, the power of music to make people feel a swell of emotion, to make them lose their rational minds and dance comes through, and it's a beautiful thing to watch, even more so from a culture so different from my own.

If you look at the world as a huge forest, globalization makes us feel like trees with expanding and branches intersecting with other branches from other trees, so at the end, you don't even know to which tree they belong... the only way to tell is to go the other way down.

And I guess that you can never know who you are without looking at your roots... acknowledging them, and more than anything valuing them... and Watching a documentary like Ahmed El Maânouni's "Trances" was a salutary experience; because every once in a while, I need to remember the meaning of username.

I need to remember that I come from a country of millenary history that dates back to the Berber and the Roman civilization and that underwent many influences from Saharan tribes, Arabs, Mediterranean conquerors and African tribes from which we inherited the 'Gnawa' tradition and the trance music.

I need to remember that globalization is positive in the way it makes us feel like forming a united whole but it's meaningless if you don't know what 'part' of that whole you represent. And that it took the endorsement from Martin Scorsese to make me discover that gem was revealing about my own ignorance.

Of course, the name Nass-El-Ghiwane rings a bell to every North African, but being aware of some songs is one thing and being capabl to experience each lyric, each percussion, each banjo plunk and feeling like your body is taken to another dimension is something that even a lifetime of cultural re-appropriation can't achieve.

You can't cheat with their music. Those who danced to their songs, who joined them on-stage, who were in that state of trance, young and old, men and women, were no professional actors, their reaction was authentic and genuine and you could tell so because they never cared about the camera. When I listen to Nass-El-Ghiwane, I can feel the music but if a camera was on me, I would probably restrain myself.

Ten years ago, the company I worked for invited the group for a special occasion, I remember almost everybody was dancing to their music and my boss with a few colleagues of her were in trance. I thought they were overplaying it and naturally, I couldn't even dance. Now I know I was the one whose soul became too rational, maybe too much impregnated by globalized or standardized music, I don't mean that negatively, but "Trances" made me realize that I denied a big part of my own DNA, to the point that I have no right to claim to be a Moroccan.

"Trances" echoed a similarly regretful reaction I had with the more celebrated "Woodstock" after which I wished that my generation could have lived such an experience. "Trances" also deals with the lost youth that didn't need Hendrix or Joplin when they found in the lyrics of the late Larbi Batma, Omar Sayed, Abderhaman Paco and Allal Yaali and of course, the dead-too-soon-icon Boujemâa. the resonance of their own cries. The timeless hit song "Siniya", which means the 'tray' is a metaphor for "sharing" and a nostalgic hymn to a time were friendship, comradery and family weren't just values but social pillars.

Nass-El-Ghiwane were called the Rolling Stones of North Africa (the group was notorious for being fans of their music) but the Stones, like any other Occidental performers, made songs of three, four, maybe minutes... five minutes was the time it took for Nass-El-Ghiwane to get to the chorus. Their songs told stories, they had introductions with eloquence that drained inspiration from Arab poets, melodies as penetrative as 'Sufi' prayers and then their climaxes could last for minutes where I don't even think the players had any control of the reach of their voices or the beatings they were stimulating... until an orgasmic musical knock-out.

And I guess this is why the documentary is made in a way that matches their artistic talent, to the point it should have been a contender for many awards. On Youtube, you'll find many TV archive footages of the group, and the videos are nothing like Maânouni's work. Heswings back and forth between the group and the audience, to emphasize their symbiosis. The film is also full of close-ups on the focused eyes of Paco, the 'peaceful tension' in Batma or Yaali, the sweat on Sayed, showing how psychologically and emotionally involved and dedicated to their art they were. And even the instruments get their close-ups, how could a music that sounded sometimes like guitar electric chords could be fully acoustic, even Scorsese couldn't believe his ears!

And as if he was carried away by the group's freedom of expression, Maânouni doesn't just let "Trances" be a simple concert film but keeps the form free, almost experimental, with many interviews, recorded conversations, and shots on the Moroccan street and the people... as if he was aware that his film would also be a snapshot of an era soon to be lost... an era still influenced by the oral traditions, the myths and legends that built Moroccan folklore and forged the mainstay of Nass-El-Ghiwane's inspiration.

Indeed, they belonged to a generation mainly influenced by Arab music, convincing some artists to join national orchestras and spend their careers playing songs they never created. But one of the founding members Boujemâa (dead in 1974) convinced Sayed to join the troop of another artistic icon Tayeb Seddiqui, and like troubadours, door-to-door chanters and political theater a long time ago, they sung songs of social relevance and entertainment value. Little did they know their music would have an effect far more transcending than entertainment.

The group created songs that penetrated people's minds, hearts and bodies. It is Moroccan 'soul' music indeed, and it's no surprising that a director so concerned about the themes of soul, guilt and redemption could be so sensitive to the lyrics and power of Nass-el-Ghiwane. It is musical poetry at its finest.

"Trances," directed by Ahmed El Maanouni, is a groundbreaking music documentary that explores the music of the Moroccan band Nass El Ghiwane. Shot in the 1970s, the film captures the energy and spirit of the band at the height of their popularity, and showcases their unique blend of traditional North African music and modern influences.

One of the most impressive aspects of "Trances" is its innovative blend of music, poetry, and storytelling. The film interweaves live performances by Nass El Ghiwane with interviews and footage of daily life in Morocco, creating a rich tapestry of sound and image. The band's music, which draws on a wide range of influences from across the region, is both soulful and energetic, and captures the complex social and political issues of the time.

El Maanouni's direction is also impressive, as he manages to capture the intimacy and intensity of Nass El Ghiwane's live performances, while also providing a broader context for their music. The film is a testament to the power of music to transcend boundaries and bring people together, and its enduring popularity is a testament to its enduring relevance.

Overall, "Trances" is a must-see for anyone interested in exploring the rich cultural heritage of North Africa. Its innovative blend of music, poetry, and storytelling, combined with its powerful social and political commentary, make it a timeless classic that continues to inspire and entertain audiences around the world.

From one of the popular corners of the city of Casablanca in morocco the "Hay Mohammadi" area emerged a band full of spirit and fond of sacred and sublime music. The most known band of its time emerged to make generations live in trance. "Nass El Ghiwan" is a group of youth eager to produce art, living in trance with their art, and making their fan live in trance with their music.

The movie starts with a ride on a car around the neighborhoods where the youth has first met and decided to make a band with "Larbi Batma", "Omar Sayed", " Abdelaziz Tahiri", then "Abderrahmane Paco". The movie shows "Nass El Ghiwan" animating a successful concert in Tunisia and at the same time switch to show flashes of their personality throw some aspects of their life. The band still remembers "Boujmii" who died some time ago, but still has his existence in the memory of his colleagues and fans. They dedicated the concert to "Boujmii" as an acknowledgment to his contribution to "Nass El Giwane". Tunisian fans seem very overwhelmed by the rhythm and the lyrics, repeating the songs and dancing.

Before forming a band, each member's fondness of music prevented him from a former way he had once followed in life; music seems to be in their blood. They are together inventing their music…or, each one by himself seeking new rhythms.

Like a documentary presenting the biography of "Nass El Ghiwane" band, there are moments in this movie when each person talks about his feelings, expectations, why he chose to become an artist, and all the answers refer to the fact that they are born with that passion inside, which wasn't to be manifested otherwise except by producing art.

The Moroccan Beatles have created an irresistible atmosphere thanks to the very traditional Moroccan instruments of music they use like "bendir", "banjo", "tarija", " da'dou' " and " darbouka". This is what makes their music very Moroccan and special, in addition to the contribution of each element of the band who brought his own spirit and origins to that music. So, we can find an amalgamation between Gnawi, Berber, Ita, Malhoun, etc…the topics of their songs are political, religious, social, and rebellious.

This movie is full of nostalgia; it is very simple but very close to heart. Watching this movie, I felt how serious are "Nass El Giwane", and how much they loved their music to make it so original. Casablanca city as the main scene of action looks able to swallow all the varieties, differences and contradictions to produce "Nass El Ghiwane" legend.