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  • My Father’s Shadow

    Akinola Davies Jr (2025)

    Akinola Davies Jr was born to Nigerian parents in London, in 1985, and raised in Lagos.  He studied at the New York Film Academy before making music videos and commercials for high-end brands (Gucci, Louis Vuitton), then Lizard (2020), an eighteen-minute dramatic piece inspired by an incident from his own childhood in Nigeria, which won plaudits and prizes.  As well as directing My Father’s Shadow, his first feature, he shares the screenplay credit with Wale, his elder brother by a couple of years.  (The dialogue is in English, Pidgin English and Yoruba.)  The brothers’ father died when both were infants, Akinola not yet two.  He has said that their mother, who brought her sons back to England as young teenagers, did an ‘incredible job of encasing [their father’s] memory in something that’s positive’.  The influence of all these factors is evident in My Father’s Shadow.  It’s tantalising and occasionally clumsy, but the story and its main character – the father of two young sons – are always fascinating.

    The film is set in Nigeria in June 1993, when presidential elections were held for the first time since the coup of ten years earlier that resulted in military government.  My Father’s Shadow opens with a medley of images.  News film of Nigeria’s soldiers in government and on the streets, and of M K O Abiola, the Social Democrat candidate in the election run-off.  Animal and insect life, rotting fruit on the ground.  The action that follows takes place mainly in Lagos but begins and ends in rural Nigeria, where eleven-year-old Remi (Chibuike Marvellous Egbo) and eight-year-old Aki (Godwin Chiemerie Egbo) live with their mother.  Their father, a factory worker in Lagos, is rarely at home.  The boys are outside, eating cereal, talking and bickering, when they hear sounds from inside the house.  It can’t be their mother, who they know has gone to a nearby village to do the family shopping.  Remi and Aki go inside to find their father, Folarin (Ṣọpẹ́ Dìrísù), in a bedroom.  When he tells them he needs to get back to Lagos urgently to pick up his wages, Aki protests that he’s hardly ever home.  Folarin makes the apparently impulsive decision to take his sons with him to Lagos, leaving a note for their mother.  The bus they catch runs out of fuel, and the threesome hitchhike the rest of the way.  Over the course of the next twenty-four hours, Folarin takes his sons round Lagos to see places and people significant in his personal history.  At the same time, he and other ‘MKO’ supporters impatiently await the election result.

    At one point in Lagos, the boys and their father bump into an apocalyptic preacher, quoting again and again, ‘Your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams’ (Acts 2:17).  The preacher’s words chime with a child’s voiceover heard at the start of the film, telling his father, ‘I will see you in my dreams’, and that phrase, repeated in voiceover several times, will become a virtual refrain.  It’s crucial to the whole conception of My Father’s Shadow.  Akinola and Wale Davies in effect are imagining a father about whom they remember very little or, in Akinola’s case, nothing at all.  What they put on the screen no doubt makes complete emotional sense to the Davies brothers.  For their audience, the narrative they’ve concocted is more puzzling in its intersection of Folarin’s working life, political engagement and trip down memory lane for his sons’ benefit.

    The short-term outcome of Nigeria’s 1993 presidential elections was to replace one military government with another.  The country’s leader, Ibrahim Badamasi Babangida, despite unofficial results that indicated a clear win for M K O Abiola, annulled the election, claiming widespread election irregularities.  The annulment immediately triggered large-scale street protests.  In the wake of continuing unrest, Babangida resigned.  A weak interim civilian government was replaced before the end of the year by a military regime headed by Sani Abacha.  Civilian democracy was eventually restored in Nigeria in 1999.  It’s understandable that My Father’s Shadow makes use of the dramatic outcome and aftermath of the 1993 elections even though the Davies brothers’ own father was no longer alive then (he must have died around 1987 if Akinola was under two years old.)  There’s a disjuncture, though, between the fluent, expressive scenes that focus on Folarin’s personal reminiscences and relationships with Remi and Aki, and the film’s dramatisation of the political situation.

    The worm-eaten fruit at the start, juxtaposed with shots of uniformed officials, instantly hints at something-rotten-in-the-state-of Nigeria.  There’s an early reference to soldiers shooting dead protesters at Bonny Camp, a Lagos military base.  On the bus journey, passengers speak up for and against the government.  Some insist that authoritarian military rule is the only solution to lack of discipline in the country; others deplore the increasing social and economic instability of life under the junta.  The regime’s opponents have more to say when Folarin meets up in Lagos with work colleagues and others:  we also learn that he’s especially anxious to get his wages because the factory staff haven’t been paid for months.  These various elements supply helpful context – but how exactly is Folarin involved in political activity?

    Friends in Lagos often address Folarin as ‘boss’ (‘kapo’) – a term of friendly respect that seems to refer to his political standing rather than his status in the factory, where Folarin’s just another unpaid worker.  Several people, both in the Lagos café where the MKO supporters gather and elsewhere, mention, on greeting Folarin, that they haven’t seen him for a while, an absence that isn’t explained.  Akinola Davies occasionally inserts flashes of violence that are almost subliminal.  Although these may be no more than suggestive expressions of junta practice, Folarin’s repeated nosebleeds during the time he spends with his sons seem to imply he’s been on the receiving end of violence and is suffering its after-effects.  Street protests at the annulment of the election start up as soon as Babangida has made the announcement on television.  Folarin and his scared children are passengers in a car en route out of Lagos when they’re detained at a checkpoint.  After Folarin has been hauled out of the car, one of the soldiers angrily claims to recognise him from the recent Bonny Camp unrest.  Another soldier’s intervention allows Folarin to get back in the car, which continues its journey, but this is the last time Folarin is seen alive.  Davies cuts to Remi and Aki back home, getting washed and putting on formal clothes, to accompany their mother (Efòn Wini) and other mourners on their father’s funeral procession.

    This concluding jump forward in time has great impact, for two reasons.  Despite those nosebleeds, Folarin’s death hasn’t been prepared for.  Then there’s Ṣọpẹ́ Dìrísù, the dominant focus of the camera’s attention through most of My Father’s Shadow.  As a result, and thanks to Dìrísù’s intense yet subtle charisma, Folarin’s abrupt removal from the story as a living being – he’s now a photograph beside his coffin – is a real shock.  Davies and his cinematographer, Jermaine Canute Bradley Edwards, often shoot the lead actor in tight close-up, to great effect.  The camera never catches Dìrísù doing anything phony or obvious to present Folarin’s feelings; but even though we can read those emotions, Dìrísù’s handsome face also has a persisting mystique.  It tells us we can only know so much about who this man is.  That surely is what Akinola Davies and his brother – who, since they never knew their father, are in the same boat as the viewer – want to convey in their film’s father figure.

    Folarin points out a Lagos theatre where the boys’ mother spent all her money watching plays when she was a student in the city.  He and his sons eat street food and visit an amusement park.  In an episode at the heart of the film, they swim in the sea, after which Remi and his father talk on the beach.  (The lyrical sequence in the sea naturally calls to mind Barry Jenkins’ Moonlight (2016).)  The two boys, played by actual brothers, are wonderfully contrasted.  Aki’s high-pitched, unusual voice is part of what makes him a bit of a diva – moody, liable to dispute with his father as well as his elder brother.  Remi is graver, more thoughtful and somewhat awed by Folarin, who repeatedly asserts the importance of brotherly love to both boys.  In the beach conversation, Folarin tells Remi (Aki is sitting a little apart, sulking) how his brother, also named Remi, drowned when they were kids.  Folarin continued to see visions of the brother’s unquiet ghost until he named his own first son in memory of his brother, after which the visions stopped.

    The quiet, reflective talk on the beach is cut short by the noisy arrival of a gang of youths, who head for a beached whale and start hacking pieces out of it.  This incident may be Davies’ most imaginative suggestion of endemic and unpredictable violence in the society he’s describing.  The outraged reactions to Babangida’s election announcement aren’t nearly as powerful and there’s another awkward bit in the café when Folarin orders soft drinks for the boys and palm wine for himself and his friends, the order taken by a waitress called Abike (Uzoamaka Power).  Davies holds the camera so long on her face that it’s made obvious that Abike and Folarin are, or have been, lovers; this is then confirmed in a supposedly private conversation between them which Remi overhears.  Akinola Davies intends the film to be oblique but his handling of a moment like this, and of the story’s political dimension more generally, tends to undermine that intention.  Still, the word ‘Demo-crazy’, shouted around the café, is an ingenious touch – reflecting both the drinkers’ overexcited hopes for a transition to civilian democracy and the protests that result from those hopes being dashed.  And My Father’s Shadow achieves something truly remarkable in the person and presence created by Ṣọpẹ́ Dìrísù.

    19 February 2026

  • The Crime is Mine

    Mon crime

    François Ozon (2023)

    Stage curtains on the screen open to start the film, and close to end it.  The final scene takes place in a Paris theatre, where two of the main characters are performing.  Several others, in the auditorium, rise to applaud as the two actresses played by Nadia Tereszkiewicz and Isabelle Huppert take their curtain call.  The standing ovation for the pair is well deserved, but the whole cast of The Crime is Mine should take a bow.  Ditto the writer-director of this feminist crime comedy and cunning period piece, François Ozon.

    At the parting of the stage curtains, Ozon’s camera stations itself outside a handsome house in Neuilly.  An altercation is heard from within – a man’s raised voice, female shrieks, gunshot.  A young woman emerges from the house, hurrying to get away.  The camera just about manages to keep up with Madeleine Verdier (Nadia Tereszkiewicz) as she heads back home – a rented attic flat that Madeleine, a struggling actress, shares with her friend Pauline Mauléon (Rebecca Marder), a recently qualified young lawyer.  Pauline’s clients are few and far between, but Madeleine will soon be one of them.  Inside the Neuilly house, a man lies dead – rich, famous theatre producer Montferrand (Jean-Christophe Bouvet).  Madeleine protests her innocence, but Inspector Brun (Régis Laspalès) discovers a gun in her flat, and convinces Gustave Rabusset (Fabrice Luchini), the juge d’instruction, of her guilt.  Madeleine is charged with and tried for Montferrand’s murder.  Her flatmate leads the case for the defence.

    Madeleine’s speedy walk away from the scene of the crime anticipates The Crime is Mine’s tempo throughout.  The cast deliver their lines at breakneck pace, too – and the performing style is decidedly theatrical.  This, in combination with farce-like plotting and the timing of characters’ entrances and exits, leads you to assume that Ozon’s film is based on a stage play – and so it is.  Mon Crime, by Georges Berr and Louis Verneuil, was first staged in Paris in 1934.  Since then, the play has inspired two Hollywood adaptations – True Confession (1937) and Cross My Heart (1946) – but not, it seems, any French screen version before this one.  Ozon retains the play’s mid-1930s setting (as well as its title) but he also tells the story through a #MeToo prism.

    Madeleine was in Montferrand’s house to discuss the possibility of a small role in one of his forthcoming productions.  He offered her the role in exchange for sex, and she said no.  Unused to being turned down, he tried to rape her.  A struggle ensued …  Self-regarding, buffoonish Rabusset is the first to mention, casually, the possibility of a self-defence argument – which Pauline uses to turn Madeleine’s trial for murder into a gender-political cause célèbre.  Pauline writes an impassioned speech for her friend to deliver to the court; Madeleine’s beauty and histrionic skills do the rest.  She’s acquitted by the all-male jury, to loud applause from women in the public gallery.  The trial and verdict do wonders for her acting career.  She now gets the lead in ‘Suzette’s Ordeal’, the play in which Montferrand had offered her a walk-on with strings attached.  Pauline, meanwhile, is inundated with new clients. They leave their cramped attic and take up residence in a swish hotel.

    It’s typical of François Ozon to turn gender politics into thoughtful entertainment.  The Crime is Mine is quite the balancing act.  Ozon doesn’t present Montferrand’s misuse of power as less offensive than it is, or the trial’s professional consequences for Madeleine and Pauline as less comically telling than they are.  (He also exploits effectively the enduring theatricality of French court proceedings, in startling evidence in two very different films released the same year as this one – Justine Triet’s Anatomy of a Fall, set in the present day, and Cédric Kahn’s The Goldman Case, set in the 1970s.)  He crafts a period film whose knowingness exploits what modern audiences find appealing in past-times screen stories without detracting from (what I guess is) the farcical form and energy of his 1930s source material.  The settings and décor (Stephanie Laurent-Delarue and Philippe Cord’homme) and costumes (Constance Allain and Pascaline Chavanne) are consistently ravishing.  Manuel Dacosse’s ingenious cinematography contrives to give backgrounds, indoors and out, the look of two-dimensional stage sets.  Laure Gardette’s editing reinforces the pace of Ozon’s storytelling.

    Another Ozon touch is the introduction of a queer subtext that he doesn’t push too far.  The two young women are firm friends but some of Pauline’s looks in Madeleine’s direction signal that Pauline, whose choice of outfits is somewhat androgynous, would like them to be more than friends.  In the luxury of their hotel suite, the pair take a bath together – a short sequence that (as well as referencing Ingres bather paintings) epitomises Ozon’s tastefully expressive treatment of this sexual aspect.  From the start, though, Madeleine has a boyfriend, André Bonnard (Édouard Sulpice).  The circumstances and development of that romance yield plenty more comedy at the expense of male sexual exploitation and mercenary patriarchy.

    André’s father (André Dussollier) owns a big tyre factory in big financial difficulties.  He refuses to subsidise his son who, rather than getting a job, intends to marry an heiress while keeping Madeleine as his mistress.  Once she becomes a wealthy celebrity, Bonnard fils changes his mind about who to marry but Bonnard père opposes the idea, because of Madeleine’s notoriety and, more important, the heiress’s dowry, large enough to rescue his ailing business.  André may be selfish and lazy, yet Madeleine, rather touchingly, loves him.  Combining that love with the opportunism that paid off so well in court, she returns to the house in Neuilly, now owned and occupied by Palmarède (Dany Boon), an architect who did very well financially out of Montferrand’s death, after negotiating some kind of deal with him shortly before the gun was fired.  Making understandable assumptions about men’s priorities, Madeleine first tries, and fails, to seduce Palmarède, who explains that he’s happily married.  But she succeeds in persuading him to invest some of his newly inherited wealth in the Bonnard factory.

    Madeleine’s visit to Palmarède is motivated chiefly by a new and crucial character who has arrived on the scene – as a kind of diva ex machina.  Odette Chaumette (Isabelle Huppert) is an actress, to put it very mildly.  She explodes into the film’s pastel palette in a long, black, fur-trimmed coat and black opera gloves, her abundant red hair topped off with a hat sprouting black feathers.  By announcing that she killed Montferrand, Odette threatens also to explode Madeleine and Pauline’s comfortable post-trial lives.  A star of silent cinema fallen into obscurity since the advent of talking pictures, Odette Chaumette, to her deep chagrin, now finds herself sidelined by a younger woman who has stolen her crime and acquired the fame that was once Odette’s.

    In maybe the most sheerly enjoyable performance of her illustrious career, Isabelle Huppert is visually and vocally spectacular.  As well as a Toulouse-Lautrec poster come to hyperactive life, Odette is a startling embodiment of silent-movie-star Norma Desmond’s riposte – in Billy Wilder’s Sunset Boulevard (1950), when Joe Gillis remarks that she ‘used to be big’ – ‘I am big, it’s the pictures that got small’.  Huppert’s astonishing delivery makes it an excellent irony that the talkies did for Odette’s career:  the rest of Ozon’s cast have been rattling off their lines but Huppert far outpaces them.   At first, Madeleine and Pauline refuse to pay Odette off to keep silent, so she heads straight to Rabusset to confess.  Even when she produces Montferrand’s missing wallet as evidence of her involvement, Rabusset insists the case is closed and advises her to confess to an unsolved crime instead.  Fabrice Luchini is the second fastest talker in the film, which makes his encounter with Huppert’s Odette doubly funny.

    The Crime is Mine is a dazzling demonstration of what normally are film defects – next to no changes in pace, theatre acting on camera – becoming, in the right hands, assets.  For this viewer, it’s even more remarkable considering whose hands these are.  I loathed Potiche (2010), Ozon’s previous attempt to reboot an elderly stage farce.  Watching Isabelle Huppert in Anthony Fabian’s Mrs Harris Goes to Paris (2022) made me doubt that this superb dramatic actor was cut out for comedy – her work in The Crime is Mine proves that I needn’t have worried.  Huppert is certainly the star of the show, but Nadia Tereszkiewicz is very fine, too:  soft-featured but increasingly tough-minded Madeleine is a thoroughly convincing comic heroine.  (Some year for French cinema, 2023:  soon after the release of Ozon’s film, Tereszkiewicz impressed again in Robin Campillo’s Red Island.)  As already noted, there’s not a weak link in the whole cast, which includes, as well as those mentioned above, Félix Lefevbre (the lead in Ozon’s 2020 drama Summer of 85), as another of the film’s smart young opportunists, a rookie newspaper reporter; and Olivier Broche, as Rabusset’s clerk, who has problems with his waterworks but isn’t as daft as he looks (or as daft as his boss is).

    In the film’s last act, Madeleine, accompanied by Pauline, pays a call on André’s father, charming and bribing him, with Palmarède’s money, to agree to his son’s marrying her – then admits that she didn’t kill Montferrand.  Relieved that his future daughter-in-law isn’t a scandalous figure after all, Bonnard also agrees to fork out some money himself, to pay off Odette Chaumette.  He does so readily:  he remembers Odette with pleasure from films he watched a couple of decades ago.  As a bonus, Odette gets a part in a hastily rewritten version of ‘Suzette’s Ordeal’:  the mother of Madeleine’s title character has been turned into Suzette’s elder sister.  The rewrite also gives the play a new ending:  a proxy for Montferrand dies from two gunshots – the first fired by Suzette, to resist sexual assault, the second by the real Montferrand’s killer, to finish things off.

    On stage, then, the sisterhood of Madeleine and Odette shares the homicidal glory and the audience acclaim; as Ozon never lets us forget, on stage counts for a great deal in The Crime is Mine.  (Even though Mon Crime scores higher for keeping plot developments up its sleeve, the film’s English title is apt and witty.)  It helps that François Ozon is so prolific – this is his tenth picture since Potiche and there are already two more to catch up with – but my views about his work have changed so much over the last decade.  Wonderfully versatile, he’s become one of my favourite directors.  The Crime is Mine is the most satisfying Ozon film that I’ve seen – so far.

    13 February 2026

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