The shit I watch for Lance Reddick. A lot of white nonsense, all the exoticism and white centering you’d expect. Plus choppy editing, and everyone directed to overact. Craig gets the best moment of the film when he’s allowed to just act with his eyes when the son dies, and Bassinger similarly does alright in quiet moments. But then she’s told her husband dies and goes so big it’s just laughable. The tragedy comes off the same. The script is clunky as all get out, rushing from point a to point b. Or perhaps more aptly, episode 1 to 2. This episodic structure doesn’t help the film; there’s no connective tissue and nothing really resembling growth. They’re in love because they’re in love, she loves Africa because she loves Africa, the script will make sure to have characters tell us it’s been weeks, years. There’s nothing here.

And while Reddick usually made the most out of even minor roles, he just did not have the opportunity here. All African characters are just set dressing, orbiting around Bassinger. The only thing of note here is that the accent training he did to land this role apparently greatly helped him with Charon in John Wick. Just read the interview instead and leave this movie a dream.