Beautifully depicted, fantastic costumes and forceful characters. My skin was crawling out of embarrassment for my British ancestors. It had the feeling of a stage play, but with better space and scenery. The two Nigerian ladies' commentary the Prince's ball added some humour to what felt like a Shakespearian tragedy. The film makes Yoruba ideas about their King, honour and the cycle easy to sympathise with by placing them in counterpoint to the British authorities who are out of place, out of their depth, seem to be living in a bubble of weirdness where they pretend that they are not at war and dealing out swathes of death wherever they go.
Review of Elesin Oba: The King's Horseman
