As with a lot of Nollywood productions, when I heard about the impending sequel of Ebony Life’s Cheif Daddy, I wondered why it was necessary. Considering the below-average nature of the first movie, it would be a far cry to anticipate something good. But I decided to be objective and give it a chance. Now I must say that I am deeply impressed by how very disappointing this movie proved to be.
Before we go to the review of the sequel, let us look at part 1. Chief Akinwale Beecroft who is a multi-billionaire dies leaving so many properties and his very chaotic family behind, resulting in so much drama that the story is built on.
In one word, Cheif Daddy can be described as star-studded. This is obviously an attempt to lure people into watching the terrible work that has been done. Like when you buy a cookie because of the fine packaging only to realize it wasn’t worth your money. So many Nollywood A-list actors in one movie, yet it felt like a secondary school valedictory service moral correction drama; something that should have probably been titled “The Consequences of Infidelity.” —at least that would have done a better job at hinting us that this might just be a waste of our time and money.
The storyline is basic. No particular conflict or resolution, no twists, and turns, no climax, just cruise and vibes. Actually, scratch that, just noise. The plot was just soooo noisy, especially the party scene. Really, the only pleasant thing to see is the loyalty of Famzy’s girlfriend to him and his dreams —they were both genuinely clueless, so it wasn’t a case of anybody trying to take advantage of the next person.
The acting was not great. One would expect so much, but you really cannot give more than you have been given, so I don’t blame the actors for staying within the confines of the poorly developed characters assigned to them. I mean aside from Famzy played by Falz, and Beverly Osu’s character. They stuck to their narrative like it was natural. That was impressive.
The final thing I want to call out for part 1 was the Netflix subtitle. I don’t know who on earth did that translation, but it was a terrible job!
Now to the sequel: Going For Broke…
In one sentence, this film has no storyline, no dialogue, bad acting, a very cliche ending, a hasty plot, and good cinematography.
It went from one unexplained scene to another. Like how in the world did Ireti go from a loveable psychologist who was helping Dammy advocate for peace in the family to becoming a vile vlogger who derives joy from washing all of the family’s dirty linen outside? Like did you all even go over the story you had already put out before embarking on making the next one?
Yes, part 1 ended with Laila showing up, but we at least deserve an explanation as to how her mother and Cheif Daddy’s affair started, and all about that dynamics. None of that happened. she just showed up and is a major shareholder of the company all of a sudden? Make it make sense, please. And in all of this, Cheif’s lawyers Castle and Castle could not do anything? I would really like to understand the gravity of whatever underground transaction occurred that made it all possible.
More noise as the character Famzy was milked. I still don’t get how among all the stories that could have been developed, it was the story of Famzy that was deemed fit for being the major story. And let’s be frank, the fairytale end was annoying. Like are we dumb? First off, Famzy’s music is trash, so where did all that ‘from grace to grace’ twist that happened to his music at the end come from? Why not maybe tell a story about him realizing that he had to do better in his music? Or around that line… this movie was just sad.
Nollywood and destination sets though. Lol. The story about the whole Dubai movement was so clumsy and unnecessary. A total waste of resources if you ask me. One that could have probably been put into making a better story.
Tinu and Teni. I’m not sure what female ideology this film was pushing, but a terrible job was done. Especially with the whole situation with Sonny.
Finally, after wasting a whopping 1 hour and 53 minutes, one would realize that this movie didn’t have any form of didacticism; and the primary goal of the producers was most likely to insult the intelligence of their audience, because what else explains this?
Honestly, I am pained about this movie and can go on pointing out all the things that were done wrong, but I would just end it here with this short letter of appeal to our dear filmmakers.
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