This show had promise. Real ambition. But Kemi Adetiba’s love for showcasing her own prowess gets in the way. If you’re going to be unoriginal, at least don’t be over the top with it.
Scenes dragged. Moments that should’ve hit hard like the inspector recognizing Efe in the middle of chaos in the hospital, her loss and his loss fell flat. It made no emotional or narrative sense. If that moment was meant to move the plot, it needed weight. Stakes. Urgency. Better structure.
Too many plot holes. Not enough character development to fill them.
Efe woke up angry at Oboz one morning—just like that. No setup. No reason. And in a story about deepfake AI scams, that should’ve been the plot. Instead, we got a police inspector who didn’t need to be one, and threads that never came together.
It had great potential, but Nigerian filmmakers really need to stop copying American cop shows without adapting them to local logic or rhythm.
Entertaining? Sure. But you could watch the entire thing without looking at the screen. It played like a podcast. Long, winding, and mostly unnecessary.
Kemi Adetiba is clearly talented. But it might be time to invest in a strong co-writer and stop writing such long long expository dialogue.