A House Without A Home

There is a particular scene in this movie which was flashed-back to not once or twice or even thrice for that matter but four times. Four separate equally meaningless times! For no discernible reason other than to waste theirs and the viewers time. There are so many reasons to hate this movie and this was the least of them.

This is how A House without a Home is described by its synopsis “Yvonne refused to accord her husband the respect and support he deserves after he lost his job. Her persistent request to switch roles coupled with her insecurity and wild imagination almost cost her everything”.

If this cringe worthy synopsis wasn’t enough to turn you off, here is a brief list of some of the things the movie contains; poor acting wherein the most notable aspect was Ray Emodi’s clear delusion that acting is now synonymous with passionate yelling at intervals, an awful and preachy storyline that somehow treats rape like a minor footnote and a successful career as a flaw, an exceptionally poor script that creates a world where apparently cheques cannot be cancelled, remarkable bad dialogue where things like “You’re never there for him. When last did you spend quality time with your husband?” is the right response to my husband is sleeping with my sister, shoddy characterization that created absurdly unlikeable characters such as the bad husband/bad wife/bad sister, terribly repetitive setting, predictable plot twist and the list goes on.

There is so much to hate about this movie, so much that I had to take some time too cool off before writing this review. The only reason you should ever see this movie is if you ever need ammunition for an argument that Nollywood should begin to reject scripts and not take some movies in to production.