I have gist for you guys. So there is this fine yellow boy, I think you’ve seen him before in one or two videos, he’s an artist I think, no not the one who sings ye yaga yeye. Another one, bearded almost tall. His speech patterns suggest a breeding outdoors from Africa or its 53 confines but when he makes jokes he deflects to a Yoruba accent since they’re so cool nowadays. The guy sha, do you know his mum might have cancer? So he like called his friends like and they like made a list of all the semi sensible babes he knows because he wants to get married and make mama happy before she like croaks although he has not even verified the cancer, he saw some pills and Googled them.
I’ve forgotten his name sha.
And then he has these friends, one that’s married to a pilot and has the best cat eye ever liveth. And this other one with natural hair that’s annoying more than anything else. She’s dating this guy who I swear has the same facial range as Kristen Stewart. So they do things like hang out at café’s and each other’s houses and tease themselves. The light skinned boy sleeps with some babes and there are so many other subplots, hey do you think this will make a good web series? Especially if its padded with aerial shots of the Island and some affective music? How many people can I convince into watching it every week?
In magic, sleight of hand is an important part of a trick. The ability to shift the audience focus, distract them while one assembles the trick is necessary if one is to be put in awe. I imagine as a magician a constant source of post trick thrills would be to be continually asked “how did you do that?”
Our Best Friends Wedding, Red TV’s foray into fictional serial television deserves applause for their consistent sleight of hand. In Episode one, we have been given an established premise. See paragraph one. We are even presented supporting characters that escape clichés, see paragraph two, although whether the deviation from standard typecasting makes the series better or worse is still yet to be established even though we are already in episode 9.
From episode 2 onwards, we are introduced to a spider’s web of narrative subplots. Somebody has a husband that she has not seen in a while, somebody travels a lot and loves somebody who works a lot, a hot girl is stressing out a hot boy and they hook up, someone gets tied up, someone sleeps off in a tub of water, someone is an ugly boss with predator tendencies. Have I mentioned each series is only 12 minutes and there are nine episodes so far? Even Tarantino would have a hard time fitting all these idiosyncrasies into the run time allotted.
A lot to manage given the series title Our Best Friends Wedding. Perhaps if a sequel emerged, maybe if Yellow Boy confirms mum doesn’t have cancer and ditches the ring to embrace his long term baby boy destiny, or falls in love with the annoying best friend they could rename it, the comings and goings of Lagos Millenials which I doubt would veer far from what the show is already doing.
But many good things it has going on. Jerry Ossai, director aka master magician handles these stories in an easy to transition way so that the subplots many as they may be don’t make the viewers overburdened with keeping track of all. The writing has an easy music to it that gives the impression of being improvised dialogue, particularly in the riffs between Yellow boy and Cat eye goddess. The leads and supporting characters all have an easy chemistry either bolstered by the writing or by the acting capacities but Jerry Ossai tunes his machine to the best of what could easily rank as the most adequate show in the pantheon of adequate shows in Nigeria.
The music is one of the series biggest collectors of praise, my praise anyway. Who knew Soundcloud hid so many gems? I binge watched OBFW and I can say with complete honesty that a major source of motivation was the music. What was that thing about sleight of hand again?
So nobody knows how the adventures of Yellow boy will end. I’ll keep watching safe in my knowledge that OBFW is an orchestrated series of sleight of hands that distract from the a loose and non-cohesive story that provides little insight or real excitement except I’ll be enjoying those parlor tricks too much to care about anything else. Oh that opening montage shot, isn’t it just the best?