It feels scattered at times, and bill’s final words at the end of the film are sort of plopped down at the audience’s lap without much reflection; his sentiment that he was part of the struggle rings hollow, like the film wasn’t concerned enough about his personal struggle to justify it. Still, the caliber of the performances energize this beyond a mere retelling of events, but instead make it a living, breathing beast all its own. Shaka King is full of style and confidence, and he makes an entertaining as hell movie, with lots of shining moments. Shout out to footage from Agnes Varda’s BLACK PANTHERS at the beginning.