I enjoy B movies. Too bad this wasn't that. Calling it a Z movie would STILL be too good for this waste of digital bandwidth. And that is the problem.... in today's digital age, any kid with a cellphone can record something and self publish it, calling it a "movie."
We start out with a "reporter" interviewing a "celebrity rapper" out in front of what looks like a museum. There is a literal red carpet haphazardly laid on the stairs, only going halfway up, wrinkles and all. Despite this "rapper" being a supposed "international star" known "throughout the country, around the world and even here" (the reporter actually says that) this one "reporter" (whose name is Jamey Beautiful... seriously) is the ONLY reporter there to interview him. Not only that, but there is not a single other living soul within range of the camera. For an "international superstar." Uh huh... sure. You would think that the directors could have at least gotten their friends and family to act as adoring fans... add SOME semblance of reality to this.
Then there is the completely professional sound engineering. Not. From one shot to the next, the background noise changes drastically. The audio levels are all over the scale. The whole thing sounds like it was recorded with a cheap 1980's electret microphone.
After the "interview" scene, there is a scene filmed in the dark (why not) with zero lighting and zero dialog. No clue WHAT was going on with that.
All of this is in the first five minutes of this film school dropout's class project. And that was WAY more than I could take. We didn't bother watching any more of this.... this... "movie."
Do yourself a favor and go watch paint dry. Or maybe watch some grass grow. I PROMISE you that you will get more out of THAT than you will by wasting your time, money and brain cells on this.
