Ima be sick... This is like watching two dogs fighting over a piece of meat, except it's 2022 and reducing a female character to a piece of meat is unforgivable. I honestly don't know where to start. The plot is offensive, the acting is borderline, the story has more holes than a gay orgy but I think the worst thing is how this film is basically the clash of two gigantic male egos and then it decides to conveniently abandon the conflict altogether when it reaches the end. But this is not a film made for people who love movies. It's not even a film made for people who love music (the film is basically a vanity project for Dadju, a French soul / R&B singer). No, this movie was made for teens who love Dadju and absolutely no one else. This is especially sad considering the film was made on location in the Democratic Republic of Congo and the shots of the country along with street scenes of the locals were fun and too few.