(By Immanuel James Ibe-Anyanwu) - Every man has his own vanity. … If I were to choose between the story and the prose of a good book, I’d choose the latter—the juice. With movies, I’d choose the acting over the story. Good acting is when you cannot tell the actor apart from the character; when acting is so real as if a secret camera were hidden to catch regular people leading their normal lives—like when you watch “24” and wonder if those guys were actors, or real CTU agents doing their thing and getting filmed.
The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind—a memoir, now a film.
Chiwetel Ejiofor is Trywell Kamkwamba, the Malawian father whose teenage son,
William Kamkwamba, exploited the wind and generated electricity, solving
drought and famine. A father who, though initially, even fiercely reluctant,
finally gave his only bicycle to be cannibalized for a schoolboy’s dream.
Ejiofor
is a poor farmer and there’s no single doubt about it: his energy, looks,
emotions. So dissolved into his character is he that, at first, I fail to
recognize him. His home, the village, the people—nothing seems like it’s a
movie. His wife, Agnes—played by the popular Senegalese actress, Aïssa Maïga—looks,
in every detail, the image you know about that kind of woman in your village.
