‘Lionheart’ Film Review: Heart-warming Story but Genevieve Nnaji plays it Safe
A few years ago I interviewed Genevieve Nnaji for the Africa Report.
One of the questions I asked concerned her decision to take a small role in Half of a Yellow Sun when everyone else thought she should play Olanna, the lead role that went to Thandie Newton. Very calmly, she told me she had personal reasons for taking part in the Biyi Bandele film.
Lionheart, Nnaji’s second film behind the camera but her first as a director, shows that whatever those reasons were they matter to her still. The new film is a crowd pleaser as well as an advertisement for Igbo industry.
When it starts, a group of area boys is protesting at the premises of Lionheart, a transport company in eastern Nigeria. The founder’s daughter Adaeze Obiagu (Nnaji) comes out and manages to resolve the issue. The idea is to establish the character’s cool competence. The execution, though, is a tad awkward.
Not long after, her father (Pete Edochie) has to take his hands off the business, which is in trouble, and although Adaeze believes she is the natural successor, an uncle is named head by Ernest Obiagu. This uncle is played by Nkem Owoh, who, one has to guess, was happy to be asked by Nnaji. He plays himself as he always does, with cunning and comic charm, but, if anyone was really thinking, his character’s eccentric nature should do nothing for the troubled company. He seems to only make jokes and moves that get him in jail — almost like he is back in the 1990s playing the drunk in Ikuku rather than the acting CEO of a company. I had a thought: If this is the kind of decisions Ernest Obiagu routinely takes, it is little wonder that his company is in trouble.
Still, Adaeze has to work with the man to rescue the company from the hands of rival businessman Igwe Pascal (played with evil panache by Kanayo O Kanayo, possibly the only Old Nollywood actor who has gotten better at acting.) Together they have to try to rescue Lionheart, even if it takes them to other parts of the country.
Back when Genevieve was a starlet in Nollywood, this sort of a storyline could devolve into a power tussle that would lead to a bloody ritual and several dodgy visual effects, but the actress-turned-director is on a sanitising mission. The only trick in her first film behind the camera as a producer, Road to Yesterday, was an over-clever wishful hallucination. This time there are no tricks. She wants you to love her.
And so, we have a very safe and conservative piece of cinema. Save for an inexplicable semi-dusk covering the picture’s every scene, Yinka Edwards’ cinematography is merely competent: muted as it is, his work is brilliant still but not in the same way it was in Kunle Afolayan’s October 1 and Kenneth Gyang’s Confusion Na Wa. There is more silence than sound and the film’s screenwriting is sometimes pallid — as if Nnaji is seeking arthouse texture for a story that doesn’t quite have the psychological heft or aesthetic ambition of films of that nature. (This disconnection gives some credence to industry rumours concerning a New Nollywood director kicked off the project.) The effect is a stillness that in Nollywood terms is quite close to flatness, especially in the early scenes.
And yet, the story is heart-warming and overall the acting by the ensemble cast is not shabby. Most of the ensemble gets a chance at a dining scene that is good but not quite great as not everyone hits the right notes at the right time. Better is a scene where Adaeze works a whiteboard in a bid to figure out a solution to the company’s problem. She sits and stares at the board as the camera pulls back to take a measure of the room. At that moment, one is reminded of the talents of both Nnaji and Edwards. It is a short but impeccably framed scene.
Fact is: by playing the film’s protagonist, Nnaji has cast herself in the role she most excels at these days: a character constructed entirely out of pixels of propriety. One of the poorer scenes in Road to Yesterday featured her character losing control at a club. That scene failed because Nnaji has traded an actor’s range for a queen’s comportment. Nothing wrong with that but she is bound to run into trouble with scenarios demanding more than a regal bearing. In this film, she only has to be something reckless in a scene with Peter Okoye, formerly one half of pop group P-Square. His attempts at seducing her works until — let’s go meta — Genevieve had a word with Adaeze: