In 1989 Black Mormons try to leave Liberia, engaged in a civil war. John Gaye (Phillip Adekunle Michael) is of the Krahn tribe being exterminated by the rebels. In a gut retching moment, he scratches out his name on his "Elder Gaye" name tag. The film was rather boring apart from the fact I have seen my first Black Mormon either in real life or on the screen. The civil war provided a background as a group of 6 crammed into a clown car drive through checkpoints preaching the word of God all while wearing white shirts and ties; white shirts that never wrinkle, have sweat stains, or get grass stains, even when you sleep on the grass. Do you have to be Mormon to get one of those? And do they come in different colors?
Inspiring, perhaps. But it was not a great action film and is on par with a made for TV "Lifetime" production.
Note to self: When attempting to sneak around at night, don't wear a white shirt.
Inspiring, perhaps. But it was not a great action film and is on par with a made for TV "Lifetime" production.
Note to self: When attempting to sneak around at night, don't wear a white shirt.