It has attracted rave reviews and not a few roars of laughter. And it should. I refer to the movie, The Wedding Party. It is cheering that Nigerians have one of their own to trigger a swagger, instead of the usual Hollywood staple.
The movie boasts its strength, no least the cast like Richard Mofe Damijo, Alibaba, Sola Sobowale, Ireti Doyle, Banky W, et al. The actors did not flail. Damijo eased into the role of upper-crust Igbo restraint and Doyle wore her cocky part well. Sobowale and Alibaba puffed powerfully in the Yoruba ostentatious vanity. Both pairs headline the theme of two antipodal cultures in a comedy of collision, inspiring other actors and setting off kabooms of laughs.
If the acting was great, so also were the scenes and writing. The cinematography glowed with brutal editing and focus of scenes rarely seen on Nigerian celluloid.
Yet, it suffered two great flaws. It yielded a formulaic plot line. Its predictability was, however, smothered in the sheer perfection of the acting and lines. Two, the stereotyping of the ethnic groups taught us to see each group through one window. The Yoruba is vain, loves party, lies about finances, is a lickspittle. The Igbo loves money and nothing else. No greys of culture. It fought shy of nuances. There was no crossover of vanity, for instance, which we see in both cultures. It ended in bathos, hilarious but not deep.
The movie is, however, the sort that many should see. For all its imperfections, kudos should go to director Kemi Adetiba, who cowrote the script with Tosin Otudeko.