ZERO HOUR MOVIE REVIEW
By Morris Abdul Newton
Dir: Robert O. Peters
Starring: Alex Ekubo, Richard Mofe Damijo, Rahama Sadau, Ali Nuhu, Eucheria Anunobi, Ene Oloja, Ayo Ayoola.
This is what this is about – Rogers Ofime, Robert O. Peters and Native Media. Now, these three names stand out in the movie/TV industry in the country and what would naturally be expected from their collaboration should be something watchable at best.
For the director, Robert, there’s not really been anything he has done that I can point to and say is stellar. Be it in a story or phenomenal filming. Nothing. So, I was really waiting on my hopes to be given life. I was waiting.
‘Zero hour’ tells the story of a young man, Zamani (Alex Ekubo), who comes in from abroad after the passing of his father to take over the company previously overseen by his Uncle, Alhaji Danlami Davos (Richard Mofe-Damijo) with assistance from his cousin who is also the company’s new accountant, Awal (Ali Nuhu). Problem is, the previous accountant (an in-law to be of Awal’s) had been murdered and Awal’s fiancée, Zainab (Rahama Sadau) smells a huge, rotten rat of deep corruption and murder in the company. Zamani gets interested in her supposed ‘paranoia’ and it’s no longer business as usual for everyone.
First off, it reads like something one could make a great movie of. But that’s just it. It reads that way and nothing more. The title of this movie has no correlation with whatever happens on screen. It’s like looking for a fancy name to name your child e.g. Whitestone. The question you are probably asking yourself is what that even means?
It’s been a while since I last saw a movie this disjointed. It had so many disjointed and unrealistic action sequences. The movie started on a bad note. The sequence that led to the death of the previous accountant is not difficult to execute but they managed to screw it up horribly. There was nothing believable about the sequence. It looked rushed and no, it didn’t end there. This air of disbelief and detachment from what was happening on screen continued way up to the end of the movie for most. I couldn’t believe that this was a much-touted movie from some supposedly astute filmmakers.
When you situate your characters in a Northern family, they better well be bringing in the flavor or just leave it alone. The Hausa accent on these characters was coming on and off like turning your tap on and off consecutively for the duration of a football match. That’s a pretty long period of manual labor. It was so bad that spicing it up with some real Hausa here and there couldn’t save us from the travesty we were been fed. It was also so sad to see that even veterans like RMD couldn’t hold it down effectively.
While picture looked good, the filmmakers effectively ruined a lot of the night scenes with some outrageous and totally unnecessary smoke effects. First, of, this is not the USA where you can pass of such smokes for some weather-related reasons. Secondly, this is not the woods or even a horror flick. It’s a simple thriller. How can there be unnecessary smoke effects just because of the smoke effect? How does that help the movie? What on earth is going on?!
When you see things like a woman in heels beating her running shoes equipped assailant in a foot race, then you know that you are in for something spectacularly underwhelming. Then she gets to drive away before he could get to her and then suddenly, the assailant’s car is behind her’s and a chase is on and then suddenly we don’t know how the chase ends and she is in her house making a call. Why for goodness sake? How did that chase end? What happened? How did she get away? What is all these?
Even with the happiness of seeing veterans like Eucheria Anunobi as Mrs. Yemisi Gyang on screen, this movie still couldn’t sail for me. Some of her scenes didn’t sail as well as they were largely irrelevant, badly placed or badly executed.
Supposedly getting tired of saying that sound is bad in a lot of our movies. For a movie of such magnitude, you would think this was something that could have been handled well here but it wasn’t. Zero hour joined the league of the poorly managed movies when it comes to sound technicalities.
The end of Zero hour is even funnier than the beginning. The detective (Ayo Ayoola) was with the supposed “hero” while they were going after the Villain who had a hostage at a location, then the detective inexplicably left the “hero” to go all by himself while he went to get the Police that he could have easily called on his mobile phone and relayed his location to. What do they take us for? Kindergarten kids? This man was the Police officer in this situation, therefore he should have been the one in the forefront, but instead, he allowed a weak “hero” go confront the villain all alone. This was a very stupid move as it played out because it eventually led to the supposed “hero” of the movie not ending up being the hero. So, what was the point of the entire movie then?
If you want to know how bad this movie was, then engage the unnecessarily long and hideously shot scene where Zamani’s mum (Ene Oloja) was attacked. If you weren’t really bothered about her or laughed at that sequence, then this was a badly executed movie. And please do sprinkle this absurdity with the sparing of thought to the fact that as rich as the family was, there was absolutely no security at the woman’s house before she was attacked and none at the hospital she was admitted in afterward. Wow!
At this point, see, there’s no use flogging a dead horse. This movie was so disappointing, unbelievably poor, a liar and a cheat. I want my money back!