The revival of cinema culture in Nollywood is one that is much commended, however, am I the only one that was hoping that this would be an avenue that highlights only the best in Nollywood?
Thinking a movie went to cinemas, in my opinion, is usually an indication that the movie makers spent a lot of money making that movie. And maybe it’s bad judgment on my part to assume that an individual would only spend so much money to do something different, revolutionary and/or important.
This movie was none of the above. Sure it was filled with the glitz and the glam so much so that I wanted to get the number for the interior decorator responsible for all these stunning sets, buts strip away the color, the sparkle and the aesthetics there really isn’t any gold to be discovered under this mine.
Playing Safe is supposed to tell the story of three ladies and their numerous affairs with men but it actually comes off as less of a story and more of an omniscient documentary. No emotions are really explored, the story feel is lacking and there’s no room for a connection between the audience and the characters.
The three ladies, Ini, Martha and Tonto were the only ones doing anything close to acting, everyone else on screen just seemed to be occupying space. The only other people who put forth an attempt at actual acting was the owner of the Salon/Tonto’s character’s friend and Martha’s houseboy – who I suspect was intended to be the comic relief, another underdeveloped aspect of this movie.
Having said that, one must not make the mistake of concluding that the three ladies were doing any substantial acting. Martha has a tendency to aggravate me with her overly exaggerated and fake gestures; Tonto and Ini did pull their weight but I’ve definitely seen them do better.
Buried deep in all this terrible acting was a story had been told a million and one times before, but for some reason (judging by the title perhaps) I was kinda hoping that maybe in the end it would all be tied to an amazing moral like Jenifa’s – AIDS is real. But at the end, what happens? Justice is served and a lazy comment in the class of the renowned Nollywood ‘To God Be the Glory’ appears on the screen and the closing credits role.
Some would argue that the movie is a disappointment but for that to happen you’d have to actually have been expecting something. And really, not much can be said for a person who looks at a movie headlined by Tonto, Ini, and Martha and expects ‘astounding’.